Your journey within
There’s a line in a song that I have always remembered—it goes, “Mother, I’m cut at the root like a weed ‘cause there’s no-one to hear my small story.” For me, that sums up a feeling that’s haunted me for years, of being small and of needing to shout in order to make myself heard …
All of my life, there was one thing I promised myself I would never be: mediocre. Maybe I wouldn’t be Shakespeare or Brad Pitt or Helen of Troy, but I’d be interesting and have something to say. No dull life of a housewife for me: I would travel, read literature, write and befriend interesting people. …
Honest Spirituality. 