I WAS WALKING home the other day, down a quiet country road. There was no one else, just me, the sun and the wind. The sprouting crops coloured the fields a fresh green, birch and pine trees adorned the edges of the fields in neat clusters. It was quite far, about 9 kilometres, with no cars passing by to give me a lift. I preferred it that way, however, – I wanted time and space for my thoughts and dreams to ride the wind. I moved into this little farm of mine ten years ago.
I CAN’T BELIEVE I’m writing in clichés again! With such titles no Google or Bing search engines will ever find my blog, not to speak of this post! But this eternal human desire to be happy is so basic, that it is a cliché in itself. (Our lives are clichés, are they not?) Hence, no matter how unwise it may be, I cannot avoid clichés when writing about my happiness. A few things have happened in my life recently that make me feel very happy! Excited! Elated! Even ecstatic!.. In