The Mudhill
Today I realized that I was living inside the mudhill*. Wet, gooey, thick viscous mud sucks at my feet and mires me in a bog. The mudhill lies at the […]
Today I realized that I was living inside the mudhill*. Wet, gooey, thick viscous mud sucks at my feet and mires me in a bog. The mudhill lies at the […]
This post is a personal reflection, an inner conversation with myself. When I use the pronoun ‘you’ I am addressing myself. It is not directed to anyone other than my […]
Emptiness