A Personal Journey on discovering how All types of Art are benefiting me. Wednesday, January 3, 2018. Writing a song as a therapy. I want to share my impressions of Christmas and in particular a Christmas film I saw today. I have been disliking Christmas for a long time. In my past, Christmas has often been synonymous of tension or arguments. They have not always been very festive or happy. Gradually I have begun to appreciate Christmas.

Everything is open, nothing is set in stone. It can be frustrating when there are no answers. No rhyme or reason, no direction. I guess all we can have is hope for our tomorrows, that one of them will be better, holding on to the knowledge that we are loved. Monday, 24 October 2011. It takes some cold to make the sun. Torn between fight and flight. I should fight, I want to fight,.

If it were not thus bound, its freedom would be wasted. Thursday, 15 May 2014. Rejoice always, pray without ceasing. For this is Gods will through Jesus for you. I think praying is like breathing; and like breathing, sometimes we hold our breath. That burns within our hearts. A person of prayer, quite simply, is a person who can cry from the heart and laugh from the belly. Friday, 25 April 2014. People are so afraid of change.

To A Friend Named Mirror. This is my entry for creativewriting. Which also linked in Thursday Poets Rally. To a friend named mirror. Forgiveness is all I asked. Once again I need your help. To see me inventing her. Get rid myself in a flash. And all happened in a flash. I saw you inventing her. Forgiveness is all I asked.

Asymp; Leave a comment. Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come. Her sense of humor as a sister. Her comfort as a friend. Her thoughtfulness as an aunt. Her wisdom as a teacher. Her femininity as a woman. And thank you for everything you have sacrificed for me, for all the lessons you taught m.