Every-time I hear of another incident created against humanity I feel as if I am living in another universe. But this post is not intended to address that. That in itself is such a huge topic; Iâ€™ll leave it for another time. But it makes me question whether we have always inhabited these other-worlds, and, consciously or unconsciously, do we make the journey with the possibility of never returning to our known worlds.
This summer has been filled with outdoor concerts. I once heard that Mozartâ€™s favorite instrument was the sad and desperate viola. I have to say mine is the lovely delicate harp. Thatâ€™s because not even the conductor is certain of how it works. The harp is a mystery yet where would Tchaikovskyâ€™s Waltz of the Flowers be without it?
Mexican journalist Javier Valdez Cardenas was killed on the 15th of May by a lone gunman in Sinaloa state in the middle of the day. He is the seventh journalist to die this year imparting messages about guns and corruption that most people donâ€™t want to hear.
Today May 5, marks Do Write’s eighth birthday! A time for reflection, a time to catch my breath, and a time to break out the baby picture. Thanks to everyone who has supported us over the past four-fifths of a decade.
One thing I have watched sporadically is the wild output of so many people that are involved in Paris Fashion Week. With today being the last day, I will offer my take on it.
Last week was a very intense week, which I attribute to the moon. In case, you don’t know, full moon names have been used by many cultures to describe the full moon throughout the year.