A gypsy scribbler's musings & ruminations
It's as the good Doctor says: "Time is wibbly."1 We like to think it moves straight -- ever forward in a quantifiable succession of intervals -- but it doesn't. It wraps around us like light bending in prism, unfurling its colors according to the density and shape of the glass. Just so, time speeds up... Continue Reading →
“Hey there! How are you?” Charlotte welcomed me into the office. It was the day before school let out for the holiday and I was there to wrap up loose ends. “Hi! I’m doing well, thanks. Much better than a couple weeks ago. The kidney stone made for a rough two weeks. And how are... Continue Reading →
Time is not the great healer. Time is an ocean in which all that is becoming becomes more of what it is. That which is growing grows; that which is fading fades; that which is blooming blooms; that which is dying dies. Time changes no course. It only brings each course to its natural end. ... Continue Reading →
Of Wonders & Wanders 
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