Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.
Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.
Summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows.
The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.
We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.
Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.