Monthly Archives: September 2017

My Dream catchers

How I grew in the gardens they planted!! My dreamcatchers. The gardens that yielded a harvest of love fertilised with humor, in a soil with high levels of adventure, and of curiosity, that were watered with sweat, and the tears of laughter and loss. Some seasons are less kind and the harvest became hardier as a consequence of the winds of doubt, the hail of fail, came along in the midst of the spring sunshine of hope and summers of certainty. The harvest breaks my Continue reading →