What he imagined was true
Trust generates trust
it cannot be bought nor sold
His mistrust of her gave her reason to mistrust him.
Mistrust is like a venomous snake that poisons everything it touches.
At night she smoked the pipe
she listened to jazz
she danced, danced
to the comfort of the silence
between the spaces of life
When my first child was born,
I was gripped by a fear - that this tender baby could stop breathing.
Many mothers perhaps are visited by the same nightmare.
In my case, losing a child became reality.
Today, November 5th, I celebrate my son's birthday.
My gift to him is my new website and photo/blog.
It feels though that I am the one who is receiving a gift
Our souls are intertwined in...