Marry Your Loves
It was an unusually warm afternoon for September 14th. Puffy clouds rolled along covering and uncovering the sun. Will I write in my journal? Will I meditate? Will I simply gaze ou
Marry Your Loves
It was an unusually warm afternoon for September 14th. Puffy clouds rolled along covering and uncovering the sun. Will I write in my journal? Will I meditate? Will I simply gaze ou
It’s a Crazy Ride
The question, “How did I get here and where am I going?” is always a present thought. Is this random, chance, or prescribed? Is my tale already set in stone and I’m simply
It’s My Choice
In Canada, you can drink as much alcohol as you want and you can smoke any many cigarettes as you wish. You can purchase as much weed as you want, too. The freedoms are amazing a
