It isn't summer anymore, but even the winter hasn't arrived yet. The bipolar September is that time of the year when the morning breeze contains just a a whiff of chilliness. Yet the blessed season hasn't yet bid goodbye to the hot summer. The season can't be compared to the visual feast that the flowers-abundant … Continue reading The Bipolar September
After years of "trying to live in the present moment" mania , getting caught in the abyss of the dream-thoughts once again.