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Decisions, Decisions, How to Start?

I envy good writers. How wonderful and powerful it must be to sit down and create art with words. God blessed me with the ability to create visual images from the depths of my dreams or nightmares. Starting with a clean sheet of paper I could, quite competently, create something from nothing. Giving life and depth to a lifeless piece of white paper. It is my plan to share some of those later. But when it comes to an abstract subject to write with only words as your tool. Well, that I find very challenging.

So today is solely about taking a decision on what to write about. My choice was to write about writing and how difficult that can be. The difficulty apparent in the fact that I need to now stop to find a proper subject. But I suppose that is how this will progress. No different than a newborn child, who right out of the womb is forced to learn how to breathe the dry and cold air surrounding it and not the warm amniotic fluid of its mother.

No wonder we cry when we are born! I am ready to start crying now in my frustration as  I search for the subject and the words! Also making the time.

So until next time world, a fond adieu


July 4th 2008 – Freedom!

It is difficult to image the divine providence at work when I gained my personal freedom from an unjust oppression and imprisonment. Freedom coming on the same day as a great nation celebrated its own journey to freedom and injustice. True, it can be dismissed as a twist of fate, some unplanned coincidence. Then again could it be something else at work?

As I write this, I reflect on the gaps between what is lawful and what is just. All oppressors and tyrants use the “law” to “lawfully” imprison, to take property and even lawfully murder when it suits those in power. When you live this experience, you quickly learn not to confuse a lawful arrest or imprisonment with a just one. But I am digressing, and that is not the purpose of this first short intro. This is solely to announce to posterity that July 4th, 2018 will mark 10 years since my freedom. A July day that marked the end of my 12-year 6-month journey through a physical and personal hell.

God! ItsME! Michael and this is my story. A story You know only too well Lord, and like all Your living creation I have more questions in this story than I have answers.