For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Thursday 3 January 2013
0001: SLEEP AFTER ADVENTURES
Surely, one of the things that can make anyone happy is coming home from an adventure with every single memory freshly implanted in your mind and every battle scar or wound starting to heal, and laying your down on your own pillow in your own bed and falling into a good, long sleep. ahhh... such a happy, happy thing. yes, sleep itself is happy, but on occasion, it is disrupted, scary, uncomfortable, frustrating, to short or broken before something amazing was going to happen. but sleep after an adventure, that is always good.
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