This week there's a task for any readers of Forolavache; find things to be joyful about. Not only that, but try to find three things per day all week! Example: this morning, there was a woman singing Christmas carols in a coffee shop. She didn't sing particularly well (on key, at least!), but it made... Continue Reading →
Cat’s in the Cradle
I've been waking up the last two days with a song in my head. And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoonLittle boy blue and the man in the moon"When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when"But we'll get together thenYou know we'll have a good time then It's so achingly sad:... Continue Reading →
What do cows do when it rains?
I remember getting out a book from the library when I was about ten. It was called, What do butterflies do when it rains? I thought that it was a good question. I remember the story being very poetic, talking about what all the other animals under the sun do when it rains, "Monkeys do... Continue Reading →
Until I am not
My father is ill, and the idea of losing him makes me wonder about my place in the world. However here’s the thing; I’ve realized that I don’t believe I have a place in the world, other than the fact that I am here and I’ve created one. I don’t belong here, in the sense... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 