Dream a little dream

I remember, when I was about 6 years old, running in the garden with my friends, playing cops and robbers, then feeling all inspired and trying to convince everyone that when I grew up, I was going to be a policeman, or a hairdresser, detective, or I couldn’t actually decide. No. I had a better idea. I was going to marry a handsome prince, and live in a huge castle.

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Change a la deja vu

For a while there has been a stirring feeling within me, with an emotion attached, one of pure elation, like the kind you feel when you are going on holiday.  That pure joy where your stomach has butterflies and performing cartwheels. Continue reading

Life’s mental refuelling pit stop

It has been too long since I have expressed myself in writing.  My body, mind and soul has craved to revisit the spiritual vortex, but I wouldn’t let it because of my getting caught up in ambition.  Not a bad thing, but I forgot to stop and smell the roses, so to speak.

I had experienced strange premonitions, ones of grave result. read more ….