In halls of mirrors, reflections dance,Faces carved from unyielding stone,Each step a calculated advance,Truth…
3rd day after Christmas…
Unlike the past, I chose to spend my year-end holiday alone this year. What I’d like to call an Intentional Solitary.
We skipped our daily devotion yesterday, the father was overwhelmed by everything on his hands and outside his hands. That’s what he told himself and his Grace. Little did she care if that was a valid reason or just another excuses queried out from her father’s…
A bright morning. Grace and I just had our booster (coffee for me, milk for her). While she’s still in awe of that milk produced by her lovely mother Bibie WG, or may be she’s just drunk.
