One dream at a time, one light burning deep inside One hope that refuses to die and one shoulder to cry These are the small things that keep me moving forward How often do we share, our smiles or our tears Life is so small, to live in our fears I never asked for much, and look at what I have Millions of moments to smile, cry and laugh with my dears You will find your answers, maybe not now, perhaps not ever How does it matter? You still have your questions to tickle your mind To make you smile, to make you cry to live your life.

Silence so deep, it echos through my soul Silence so dark, it blinds me more I wish it would stop, I wish it would go I wish to break it, but how can I so I smile, I laugh, all seems fine Inside I cry for no reason or ryhme Gone are the days when the moon would smile Now the wind is cold and the nights are blind The past was beautiful, the future remains unknown Yester memories keep me smiling whenever I am lone A warm hug, a bad joke, a stupid advice How they all changed my life! So much to remember, so much to try Then…

When you are trying to improve your public speaking skills, you are often taught to stand in front of the mirror and talk to yourself. Some trainers even go to the extent of recording your presentation and replaying it back to you so you can see where you need to improve. Obviously, when you know you are being recorded, you try to look perfect, act perfect and talk perfect. Does such recording really help? All it can tell you is, how good you are at imitating perfection. But it can never tell how good you really are. I experienced something similar recently, that helped me discover a little more about…

It just seems like yesterday, when I used to reach out to hold my daughters hand the minute we stepped on the road, in a busy shop or just out for a walk. My motherly instincts guided me to keep her safe, always at an arms distance from me. As she and I both grew older, the need to hold her hand slowly became less. The minute we would step out of the car, she would bound off, free from the confines of the car, ready to explore the world around her. The air tangling her curls even more, she would run on roads, play with dogs and pluck flowers…