The Story of Serah

She walks without a sound, glides actually, along the riverbank amongst the trees. Her long dark hair is in windswept layers, trailing carefree and soft over her shoulders and down her back. She wears a white cotton summer dress over bare feet or sandals, I can’t tell, because her steps are soundless as if she…

My Thoughts Exactly

“Because we live in such a mind dominated culture, most modern art, architecture, music, and literature are devoid of beauty, of inner essence, with very few exceptions. The reason is that people who create those things cannot – even for a moment – free themselves from their mind. So they are never in touch with…

Wandering and Wondering

Abuse comes in so in many forms.  The effects manifest in so many ways. There’s so much to tell, yet I don’t know where to start.  Daily I am compelled to write, but to who I know not.  How to say it or what exactly to say, I know not.  I only know it must…