Forgiveness, One. Friendship, None.

After a busy day at work, today I chose to do some self-reflective practice and gave myself time to remember the raw emotion I was feeling after a person who had hurt me asked that we try to be friends. This came as a shock and I was confused at the time. The emotions were…

The Desert of the Real

It was in Raymond Gaita’s book Romulus, My Father that exposed to me an intriguing thought. Romulus, living in an isolated town in Central Victoria, wrote letters to a woman, Lydia, back in his home country of Romania and she responded with the same feelings of affection that he had. His interest in her became…