Why should we wait for next Sunday. Or next month. Or next year. When all that matters is now. As now and then are one anyways. Tell them you care. Today.
I remember, I must have been fourteen or fifteen, when I first heard the poem ‘Prayer before birth’ penned by Louis MacNeice. My English teacher at the time may not have realised it, but his rendition of this poem, read on a cold winter’s morning, in a classroom smelling of old wooden benches and an […]
What is a new start? A new country? A new love? A new home? A new business? A new job? Or enough of an old perspective?