Life, flashbacks, revelations. What happens next? The night is young, the days so long, and here we stand, hand in hand. What happens next? I asked him softly that night,. I thought to myself,. This must be okay, this has to be okay.

Try even if you fail but never fail to try. April 26, 2016 by jacksjottings. The house in the early morning golden light. Sun peeping up on the other side of house. Out in the country, in Aussie referred to as the bush or outback, I see and experience a feeling of boiphilia, an affinity with the natural world. Some would say the outback is desolate and ugly. The children decorate the walls with love. Feral goat on track to water hole. Cool off in the water hole.

She was patting him in the hospital too back then, and she had caressed him in his wooden cradle before all the world went to hell in a big ball of fire for him. Oh, but you forgive. What would I want for her otherwise? Is that what I really want? For him to be proud of me? Yes, of co.

You can still catch my writings there. I hope my readers here will follow the new blog. I look forward to this new exciting chapter in my blogging and I hope you will too! April 28, 2015.

For far too long, I have scattered myself across six blogs. You can still catch my daily prompts there. And if you miss any, look under the DAILY PROMPTS.