My feverish mind drifted through a seemingly endless and disjointed series of dreamlike visions. A confusion of ordinary, even mundane, images that could have been memories had it not been for certain elements. Disturbing elements that skewed the almost remembered, almost familiar scenes, and rendered them implausible... and often frightening. I struggled to find meaning, to grasp onto some thread of logic or meaning, eventually seeking only to escape each fantasy only to find myself drifting into another.
Why was Megosh, the fisherman, casting his net into the sea and drawing it out again filled with sparrows, which he then released? “Two for a penny,” he called to me and laughed. The sea lapped at my bare feet. He re-gathered his now empty casting net, draped it over his right shoulder and waded into the sea for …
Giving your heart to others by listening to their heart
When you grow a leader who values people you help the whole world