A few years ago I read Interventions: A Life in War and Peace by Kofi Annan, after buying the book in the Geneva headquarters of the United Nations. I have always enjoyed numerous subjects, so deciding on any one thing to move my life forward has always been a personal struggle for me. In no particular order I will share my favorite subjects below:To live is to choose. But to choose well, you must know who you are and what you stand for, where you want to go and why you want to get there. Kofi Annan
To live is to choose. But to choose well, you must know who you are and what you stand for, where you want to go and why you want to get there. Kofi Annan A few years ago I read… Continue Reading →
wandering away my fears took me so far from where i wanted to be. This excerpt comes from page 209 from Christopher McGeown‘s new book: the man on the moon. It is one of many poems I personally connected with…. Continue Reading →
After spending nearly a week in the capital of Norway, I decided to visit Helsinki again where my cousin currently lives. Not to confuse anyone, but her name is also Elizabeth – just spelled with an s instead of z…. Continue Reading →
In Oslo, I visited a couple of upscale cosy restaurants that either served traditional Norwegian cuisine or had a distinctive menu suggested by the Oslo Pass. Perhaps I should have ventured outside of my comfort zone, but since I spent… Continue Reading →
I don’t think I got nearly enough time to discover the hidden gems of Norway’s capital city of Oslo. I had decided to buy a three-day Oslo Pass to ensure I would find something to do each and every day… Continue Reading →
I’ve built my cathedral in the sky, there my dreams surely reside. There’s no time to tear it down, to tear away the bricks and mortar of stories Left untold, unfolding in the decaying walls. I’ve built my castle in… Continue Reading →
I arrived in Norway around 6:00 pm on May 16th. I was tired from all the traveling, having watched two episodes of Valkyrien with Sven Nordin and Pål Sverre Hagen before somewhat dozing off on the five-hour flight to London…. Continue Reading →
A poem on being forgotten,:those who are left out or invisible. A poem in three parts.
Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that. ~Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver on poetry as a way of life
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