the path we travel
The path we travel is laden with peaks and valleys. The secret is not to dwell upon the depth of the cayon, nor the steepness of the ascent, but to reflect upon the view from the top, once we arrive.
a self-declared cyborg doing cyborg stuff
The path we travel is laden with peaks and valleys. The secret is not to dwell upon the depth of the cayon, nor the steepness of the ascent, but to reflect upon the view from the top, once we arrive.
I stood in my back garden this morning listening to the birds sing. I closed my eyes. I could feel the beginnings of a new day. The bird songs reminded me that each day begins anew and that the coming of a new day is a time of celebration in...