When I walk, I don’t touch the ground. When I walk I walk on the clouds. I like the way the wind blows in to my hair. I love the way I have a clear vision of every beautiful thing. I love the way life floats around my awareness. I love the dreams I have… Continue reading Cloud walker..
Have you ever considered the world to be a magical place where love, joy and happiness turn friends? Have you ever found the destination of a search, the dream of a reality and the question of curiosity? Have you ever taken the time to stand still by the infinite possibilities of this life? We look… Continue reading The question of an exclamation point
Today is not the 20th of June, but still I want to write about the power of the refugee's. Why so? Because these past month a few Afghan refugees lost their father, husband, brother, son to an injustice way of trial. These people are the victims of the 1F process. They shifted in meaning from… Continue reading The Journey..