Musings from my soul

Welcome to my Shangri-la // Because not all who wander are lost

This evening, we went to Olive Garden to celebrate Mum’s birthday with a group of people from church...

In this dark and seedy place Where you recite words Written by giants—the literary greats...

I do not profess to be a leader A teacher, nor a prophet; I am not a god, although I embraced my inner goddess centuries ago...

It was 1995—the year I turned 18. I was carefree; searching the horizon---life was full of possibilities. I was legally an adult, though I still mostly felt like a child. It was the year I was determined to find myself and begin my life’s adventure...