For once I truly am out of words, and must focus on my book. See latest sidebar post for clarification if interested
I need joy and good things in my life and if I have learned anything these past six years, it’s up to me to make my own destiny.
By pia
For once I truly am out of words, and must focus on my book. See latest sidebar post for clarification if interested
I need joy and good things in my life and if I have learned anything these past six years, it’s up to me to make my own destiny.
Well put.
Chica, I know that feeling well. You’ve been through a lot in those six years; you’ve definitely earned the right to a little joy 🙂
Liked yer video post. Much nicer than my 911 post.
I don’t know why I’m drawn to the event at all.
Other than Robert P. Devitt (I mis-spelled his name before) I don’t think I really knew anybody there then.
I know there are connections… so-n-so knew so-n-so and they knew someone’s sister’s next door neighbor and whatnot.
But I torture myself at times staring at the video images that fill the youtube halls. I actually found one that really struck me extra hard because I recognize it as a work of art. It was posted by a bloggin buddie, Auntie Belle. If y’go to my site, Auntie is on the sidebar, and the 911 video is there waiting to change how folks think about it. It found a thing of personal touch amidst the horror, the carnage.
All in one fellow dropping.
It still haunts me.
….just another un-named, mental victim to the hatred that runs amok in our world.
And I don’t even know HOW to run a mok.
(robin williams, bicentennialman)