So much comes back to me as memories grow and living another chapter of my life. This is Christmas 2018, a time of joy and new connections, but somehow with the past present in every single day. Is this the third age? When people around you try to find meaning in their life, in the company that they keep? Why is it that I am contended in this warehouse where my world resides amongst all these books and so much, much more? Is it because every day I have? a place where I come to dream and then turn these into reality? In a very small way, of course!
