A nod is as good as a wink
Sometimes I feel like that blind horse. I feel that they, those folk with their understanding of the strange phrases they talk to each other in, unusual words, bizarre combinations, but, to be honest, as the blind horse I don't know they are saying anything let alone double speak. As a blind horse I don't even hear the sound of either the nod or the wink. It all passes me by.
March 24
March is here today and today is the first step in my march towards a more Zen...
