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Through the looking glass…

A trip from the present to meet with the past

traveling thru the sky in economy class,

Old friendship’s rekindled, new friends to greet,

nostalgically retracing walks though  different towns & streets..

decades have passed, since I walked in this land

yet there’s a sense of belonging, I can’t explain, or understand

as with each step in my present, my future unfolds

I don’t think I fell down any rabbit hole…

yet my present & future collide with my past

i feel a little like Alice, in reflections

thru the looking glass….

 

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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