Yesterday she came to visit and as always, she was not invited.
She was, as usual, ruthless and relentless with her words telling you that you will never get better and for some reason yesterday you actually believed her. 435 more words
It was still full dark when I left…it will be a while before dawn and I coincide again on the drive back from the north. I miss those intimate moments when the first rays of the sun creep over a horizon strewn with ancient stone… and no-one else is in sight. 631 more words
Of the great works of art that have most moved me, Rembrandt’s 1669 “Simeon’s Song of Praise” ranks highest. Here is illumination – portrait of an elderly, faithful, praying man who has yearned for personal and corporate peace throughout his long life, holding in his arms (though, more accurately, the child rests – somewhat precariously – on his outstretched arms) the answer to his prayer. 158 more words