Rudenski rudenski's Blog – September 2010 Archive (1)

There is very little that is really magikal but the heart of a child.



When I was a child, when the lights went out...against my will...I hid beneath white sheets and made a narrow hole with just enough room to breathe... and I prayed to a loving something out there I called "God" and asked that "God" to protect me in my sleep.... All the while, still I clung tightly to those sheets.. When my restlessness would turn to sleep...I flew above the housetops of… Continue