...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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A Journal of Sorts
"this is my house
this i where I live
that is the winter
those are the trees
I can hear them breathe
this is my bed
this is where I sleep
that was the dark
those are my dreams
they belong to me"
~ Bernie Taupin - Elton John ~
awkward in the space... four of the kids left, leaving one who appear uncomfortable and displaced and being very vocal about it, making for rising tensions... online, there's like an email volcano exploding cuz of the email groups I've stimulated and while I'm drawing back from them again, a few are developing health lives of their own... it is a precarious balance to be both a group manager and a participant for it just takes one person questioning or raising doubts in the group for the necessary line between impersonal unbiased and detached management and personally involved peer sharing must be drawn... so onward through the storms and fog I venture towards my dreams J
seems trust is as precarious online as it is off... maybe that's why some people spend most of their time online in the first place, because they find it challenging to socialize or trust offline... wonder if that's why I'm here J
well, once I finally catch up on all the pages I want to put up and all the revisions to move the site, I hope to focus my energy of developing offline activities more and these babbling will be just a few minutes of talking to myself and anyone who cares about me each night... you can let me know you do right here J
