Beginings Stories

Through the valleyUp the mountainOver the hillsStars shine brightA new moon very lowRomance  and joyFull of lifeShorter winter daysAutumn sunny and hotThe falling of leavesMisty early morningFeeling the coldBitter FrostThe sun in goldBrilliant colorsThe sunset glowsSpring begins, and winter  is no moreI have seen deathAnd it has seemed to meHush awakeningsI shall be no more 

Come to me my dear, dear friend Take me in your arms of peace Take away the pain inside Let me dream of peace divine Take the sorry from my mind I think not of what is left behind My mind wonders what I shall find I wait each day to find you're not here I know in my heart you are near This life is coming to an end Or is it just starting to begin

Dear Friends, The silence was drowning me into my innermost thoughts that seemed to sprout from ‘second week’ at my new assignment. The cream and maroon cubicle with an entire glass wall on one side and an endless stretch of green reminded me of the museums I frequented with dad as a kid. So much beauty, only to be ‘seen’. I hated the butterfly corner they had in the museum back then…beautiful, rare (endangered some of th...