Languages – those we’ve loved, and lost.

To speak is to be. At least in my world. I’m a verbal processor and I swear I sometimes don’t know what I’m thinking until I speak it. In social terms, we often don’t feel we exist until we are heard and understood by the world around us. Babies know this first. Of...
Crossing Boundaries…

Crossing Boundaries…

“Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other”  – Rumi     I love this quotation… the pedantic in me rebels slightly, for I do think language matters – hugely – and...