I remember when I was younger, I had plenty of reckless conversations. I assumed that my personality is evident to my listener and they would know what I really mean by the words I use.
I realise gentle Reader that I have ventured on the unsteady terrain of social conflict, however, as these are confessions of my fearful heart, I feel little shame in sharing them.
As a young girl, I was encouraged to accept nature as a living entity. I must admit that I wasn’t thoroughly convinced by the idea, even though I knew that every component of nature is a living organism. To me, an entity couldn’t merely exist; an entity must have a voice that explains its life.
Just like a playful little girl, life has held my hand and teased me into running after her through the magnificent meadows as well as the murky puddles. There were times when I fell and there were also times when I more than just fractured myself. These times were rough for me, I refused to …