The Soul Doctor

Hey It's me again!   I have many, many things to blog about, but I must be semi private about my life and not disclose all detai...

Birthdays, Christmas and New Year, we always have trifle My Mother made it and so did her sister, the same way. Funny how my fi...

It rained. Rained and rained until the streets flowed like rivers and the trees bowed like paupers to the king. The trails lost thei...

For some reason this blog has recently become a place for whiners, i.e. me, to come and do their deal. I don't like writing whi...

I feel I've lost a bit of my touch with reality, or at least that feeling of reality. Like when you know that you are somewhere a...

It's like somewhere in my afternoon sandwich, logged between the slices of wheat bread and casual conversation, I swallowed an egg...

The gravel lets me know I've arrived. Somehow I make my way from here to there with not so much as a single thought about directi...