I'm here to writebut the words fail to come forth.Words which in my own past destroyed,rise up and choke my vocal cords.The pen in my hand refusesto cooperate. I turn to books.Words fill the books which surround me in my study -a place of solitude where I tease outsolutions to life's important questions.But as soon... Continue Reading →
Unnaturally Born: My First Breath
During a writing session today we were asked to reflect upon our breathing. Often we are shallow breathers, neglecting to breath deeply. Bent over our desks for long periods of time intent on our working, studying, or writing often cause us to neglect this most essential component of our existence. Without oxygen we cease to... Continue Reading →