Seven storms, soon to pass
light the eyes of hollow trees
soaking down the blades of grass
Holy wind, now blow on me
move this wretched soul to find
another way to still be free
Blogging from New Delhi, India, from January 2008 to July 2011 (at which time we moved back to Canada). These poems, stories and reflections provide a window into my world, and maybe a mirror into yours.