I’m sort of mystified as to where my soul is at this very moment, is it in its entirety with me, or is a part of me or somewhere else completely.

I’m also bewildered as to why am I searching to find myself in a spiritual form, if I actually only exist for this moment in time here and now.

I’m baffled by feelings that I am an immense being, that I experience myself in dreams and wonder if I continue to exist somewhere outside of myself.

I’m bemused to how much time and effort goes into this journey, puzzled by my determination to understand the intricate maze of the universe.

I’m confused by the enormity of my search and perplexed because in all probability I won’t ever discover the answers here as the physical me.


I love to philosophise on the meaning of it all, the wonders of the universe and what IT is really all about.  Have you got any nearer to the answers?


Perplexed – DP

My son is a fantastic writer but he doesn’t write, I’m perplexed.  I don’t get it, he’s a natural wordsmith and orator with a fabulous understanding of English language but does not have enough  belief in himself.

I would die to be able to write like him, well you know what I mean. I wouldn’t die as I need to be his mum but you will get my drift I’m sure.

I write quite simply, I don’t use long words because I don’t have many but I think I get my point across.  I am so immensely proud of my son and his ability to use words to conjure up imagery, he’s ability to debate and get his point across, his kindness and respectfulness in communications.

I’m not biased, well maybe slightly but he is a fabulous writer and I’ll say it again I’m perplexed.  Amongst other things, he writes short stories and when pushed he might blog.  Okay, he uses the odd expletive but not to much to put you off.

Today he wrote a story called Collection on WP. I would be so grateful if you would take a look, he needs some followers to encourage him -

Thank you lovely people 🙂