Writing is therapeutic

Who has a sorrow? Pick up your pen! Who has a story? Of vanities of men? Who has a vision? Pick up your pen! Write of sunshine, And remember rain... Who has a moment? Pick up your pen... Let you heart write And be born again!

Starting to blog after a break...

I'm Thinking it's not so great to post n a blog that is so connected t you, with no anonymous factor built in, bcz a blog is a space where you cannot write freely, knowing people will have access to your inner life... We have been brought up to believe the perfect image counts. How then can you blog about the not so perfect moments, it's bad enough we have them, God forbid we blog about them! We are in San Jose now, what for a month? What I love, little A's school, weather, that I'm finally blogging from my iPad, that I speak to my mom so often.... What I dislike, the distance from my friends and family.. You can't really have it all. When I was very little I always wanted to apply jam on t sides of my bread, and that made my hands really sticky. Oh I was always greedy for jam, and life is one big chase for the jam pot! Any one form school days remember the jams we got at the school fete lucky draw, and the cycle we coveted?