I’ve always felt a bit frayed at the edges. Not that I’m on the brink of falling apart, but more that I’m not so refined. As a kid I much preferred my big sisters’ worn out hand-me-downs over new clothes. Continue reading Frayed.
Can you tell just by looking at an image if it’s a sunrise or a sunset? Do you need to see the setting to know, and judge by the activity, or can you just sense it by the color?
I wonder. Personally I know I much prefer to witness a sunrise than a sunset. Maybe it’s because I’m a glass half-full kind of person, and a sunrise screams new beginnings. Continue reading Silhouette: Sunrise vs Sunset
My life, or as my mother has often said, is like a leaf falling from a tree zigzagging its way down. It’s unplanned. I’m always acting on a mixture of impulse and instinct, and I ever so rarely turn down an invitation or an opportunity.
«I don’t have a bucket list, I am a bucket list.»
Letters… Now I know my a-b-c, won’t you come and play with me! The one thing I could never understand about letters is why in the world, when they invented sign language, did they not invent one universal language? Language, expressed via a collection of letters, is what unifies us as humans.