Seven Winds… They Blow Across Our Lives…

Seven Winds… They Blow Across Our Lives…

Seven winds are blowing… yours may be a gentle breeze or a tempest strong, but like our lives, the air is never still. Dead calm is for the dead. For all of us life is made up of cyclones of emotion, of experience, of our “being” blending with the “being” of those we...
Zoo Life

Zoo Life

Another sunrise breaks the surface of the concrete horizon.  This day will be much like the day before, and the one before it.  Rising from his slumber, he growls his disapproval.  A barren cubicle,almost sterile in its vacancy.  Slowly and grudgingly he moves towards...