..is always something specialThis morning was nothing special. I didn´t want to wake at all. My head was aching in competition with my tumy. My mood was depressed immediately by the thought of today´s to do´s with "Perception", "Motivation" and "Intelligense".
But hope gradually broke through - M came as a mental and professional cheergirl giving me clues for parts of the stuff. The sun came. My appetite appeared. Togehter with laughter and jokes. A mail offered me a personal first aid delivery and the thought was aid itself.
But hope gradually broke through - M came as a mental and professional cheergirl giving me clues for parts of the stuff. The sun came. My appetite appeared. Togehter with laughter and jokes. A mail offered me a personal first aid delivery and the thought was aid itself.
Hope and perspectives reaching far beyond tumy and cognitive challenges come from Obama´s taking action on the Guantanamo issue.
All this beautifully illustrated by my - at this time of the year - favourite Eranthis hyemalis defying the Danish January depression. The first one always appear as a wonder, and since I was a little girl I´ve been giving my mum the first one every year. This year it will be delivered in pixels just to state the message...
All this beautifully illustrated by my - at this time of the year - favourite Eranthis hyemalis defying the Danish January depression. The first one always appear as a wonder, and since I was a little girl I´ve been giving my mum the first one every year. This year it will be delivered in pixels just to state the message...
Hope is. Somewhere in the hazy horizon.
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