Icons from yesteryear. A life lost too soon in the rush of days.
As children the passage of time seemed endless and slow like dripping wax. Now we blink our eyes and everything has changed. Even a happy medium would allow us to catch our breath before being hurled into the unknown again.
Pain Pain reminds me that I’m breathing, still able to appreciate the fragrance of French roast coffee brewing, the diced red pepper, onion and jalapeño mixture sizzling in the pan. Today is a good day. When I roll out the dough for the onion tart, the leg barely protests, and as I sip ginger tea […]
Something to ponder pertaining to the health of the mind and perceptions of a healthy psyche. I recommend this blog reposted here as noteworthy and healing. It teaches us to look at others with open perspective. –bowmanauthor