What happens when there's so much of me that I explode? Feeling as if I could fly.
I reserve these thoughts for my private moments. I'm at my computer, my friend, with my old cat perched atop the machine and....I'm inspired. The life in front of me: what does it hold? I'm joyful: is that a sin? Is it OK to be joyful, even happy? I don't know.
The Eastern European (Polish, Lithuania) Jew background that I call mine is not resplendent with joyful utterances. (Too many root vegetables laced with toxins.)
I'm happy today: some great interactions. A few moments with my friend Miroslav from Ukraine, some other good people, a Mission: I am blessed. I am crazy, I know.
