It was a strange and eerie time. Difficult.
I don’t look back. I don’t like the times when we are compelled, at least by convention, to create our invisible boundaries: New Years…
There is nothing to see. Or Do. Just comparisons…This Old is too New.
I learn from the past, I do not ponder over it. I agree with the Old, only if they remind me of another age, glamorously twisted into different and fascinating faces.
Anything that is good comes from the past. Only that we didn’t have the right mirror to see it clearly.
In the New world I would like to have a rest.
“To Rest is to receive all aspects of the world without judgment”…Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient.
A bath in the sun, a trip into the winds, New stories to be told, New times to be spent, Old people to be loved, and I don’t get to ask “Why?”…
Questionless…by Henri Rousseau.
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, Spillwords.com, Medium.com, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
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