Introducing myself and my journal

My Passions:
the outdoors, animals, puzzles

My Vision for the Future:
peace beyond warring for peace

My Areas of Expertise:
math, history, science/physics, general psychology

Two women argue both are mothers. One of the two slaps the other woman.
She resists to hold her hand and hides her face from the woman. Looking up
the red faced woman crosses her will to pass and turns her face to the backside
of her everpresent hate. With everything in her she reaches to her face and
slightly believes in her justice reinforcing her strike. The baby cries. The awakening
of the awakened baby reveals a subtle motion in the room.
Two mothers argue. She has slapped herself and grandmothers herione.
Must choose to relive in color
the red and green lines that mark a greater yield.
Believing she never crossed her mother the woman agrees to accept forgiveness as
Love for the other. Both are reecieved with pride through the process of a widows shame. Marking
a withheld silence at the progress of movement in a reunion of another woman enters the room.
She is in the company of a child.
The child will speak at nothing as though heard a whisper of truth offered to the two women
at a distance completing a session of discord as they receive the young girl and her mother.
Beautifully the baby cons the young girl into a unique bedtime story, of belief and luck.
The mother and her oldest child remember their decision ofe working and save themselves in pride
as they recite prayers over the girl curled in a ball.
She is the will powered by shame, the courage hidden by union, and the masterpiece of a linked chain
of adulterated art.