Started a collection category for when memory will no longer optimally serve me. Of course, that's assuming WordPress would still be around. This one, sang by Sharon Magdayao (Vina Morales) at 9 years of age. The song itself was written by a priest. Good job both.
A truly deceased opossum, beckoned by Mother Earth to come home. All nature is but art unknown to thee; All chance, direction which thou canﬆ see; All discord, harmony not underﬆood; All partial evil, universal good." Note: The picture was taken in February, during the days when we had the storms; I did not kill … Continue reading Harmony & Earth Day
Whew, that took awhile. Here is my attempt at haiku. Amateurish at best, but I don’t care. My second submission to The Daily Post daily prompt challenge. Hope you enjoy! What’s up with me responding to prompts all of a sudden? I need to soul-search.
I don’t know whether this qualiﬁes as a limerick; I’m not a poet, nor a writer, for that matter. But here goes nothing. Heck, who’s judging? Umm, it’s not necessarily Usain, but ain’t it rather difficult to picture somebody else? there was a man named Bolt, Who boaﬆed he can outrun a colt, Thus, the … Continue reading Prompt – Jolt
April 7: Thoughts.
Excerpt from Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning #2.
Excerpt from Frankl's Man's Search For Meaning.
Over the mountains of sleep, my Love, Over the hills of dream, Beyond the walls of care and fate, Where the loves and memories teem; We come to a world of fancy free, Where hearts forget to weep; — Over the mountains of dream, my Love, Over the hills of sleep. Over the hills of … Continue reading Beyond the Hills of Dream