memory

I cried a lot, but faced the pain like a warrior. I did not run the sadness, I lived! And I learned the value with the pain of being happy. I did not hold in my heart the bad water of remembrance. … Read More»

I just saw this on the Peace and Collaborative Development Network and thought it might be of interest to the World Pulse community: … Read More»

There they were always present in everyday life, as the laughter of kids running around the yard. These praying hands holding knitting needles only changed position when holding the crochet hook. … Read More»

Not being a leader of any kind, I have written a bit about what land means to me as a normal journal entry, rather than as a special 'my story' submission. … Read More»