The World Has Gone On Fire!
Or Was It The Heart?
The bleeding heart… How could the heart keep its sanity when the stomach of the children of the world squeaks with hunger?
A Few Petals On Why I Love Writing
To me, writing is the heart expressing itself.
My First Cup of Coffee Out and About Since the Covid-19 Pandemic Hit
It gave me the force to realign and refresh my patience reservoir, while I wait to make the one move I have been planning for the past decade – my going Home.
Bells Are Ringing
Church bells ringing,
Birds are singing
One Sunday. Three Feasts of The Soul. One Blessed Day
The Day I Loved Myself
If anything, one sunny day, someone will be sending the bucket down the well, pulling it back with the water of our roses, the petals of our story, Fares. All our beautiful memories will pass on to them.