The saddest day of my life was the day I realized I could never bear children of my own. A very close 2nd to that realization was the day I witnessed the total desperation of those trying to survive their own childhood and those who care for them.
Welcome to the Chronicles of one reflectively searching for meaning for those with no voice - Our Children!
Entry 1: Initial reflections from an Overstimulated Mind
I find myself coming out of a concentrated haze. I've been sitting out on the back deck, twisting my hair, staring blindly into space as I try to sort through all of the inputted images and memories of Africa.
My mind races through my emotional bank trying to match up memory to emotion. Actually, all of my emotions are running on overload (Joy, Friendship, Love, Motherly Pride, Caring, Faithful Surrender of Will, Pain, Despair, Hopelessness, Death).
I've spent the last 10 days totally engaged in inputting information. Now it's time to process. This should be a journey unto itself. Since returning, I now see the world around me with much different eyes.
Join me on my road toward discovery.
itself. Since returning, I now see the world around me with
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