There’s a crispness about this place this time of year. A freshness that carries with it the promise of a new beginning.
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There’s a crispness about this place this time of year. A freshness that carries with it the promise of a new beginning.
The self begins as a blank slate; an unblemished entity with unlimited capacity for love, harmony, and self-expression. A blank slate that’s ready to explore it’s new environment with explosive passion and unmatched enthusiasm.
Then the self meets the world, and the world has a different agenda.
This is part three of a three part series, start with Christmas Day, part one.
Jamie was sat up in his bed staring at the door. He couldn’t believe it.
He had spent the past twenty minutes crying into his pillow. His beloved Santa was gone. He didn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it. They must be [...]
This is part two of a three part series, start with Christmas Day, part one.
Carol quietly closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. She was wondering whether she’d done the right thing; he seemed really disappointed and she didn’t like doing that to him. She walked as quietly as she could back [...]
Jamie was sat up in his bed staring at the door. He couldn’t believe it.
It was 4am on Christmas morning and he’d been woken up by the sounds of someone opening his door. He had opened his eyes only to catch a glimpse of his Mum leaving his stocking at the end of his bed.
His [...]