Something is not right…I’m writing entries, one by one, then deleting them, one by one…writing…deleting…writing again…deleting…writing…you’ve got the picture…like being lame on one leg…one step…the other – stumble. How can you ever write a diary in such manner, writing and deleting entries [~frowns ] Surely you won’t get much written at all…frustrated with own muteness…and in […]
Stop here. Forget pre-Christmas rush. Forget your never ending festive chores. Cooking, shopping, writing cards…there is still time for all these. There is something else about Winter apart from Christmas Fever… I want to invite you in Winter Wonderland. There is no reason for this, other then a wish to share, really. Some time ago
No man is an island,Entire of itself.Each is a piece of the continent,A part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less.As well as if a promontory were.As well as if a manner of thine ownOr of thine friend’s were.Each man’s death diminishes me,For I am involved in mankind.Therefore,
