The blog of Christopher Gullmans
I find myself sitting here, half-way through my vacation, staring out the window. Outside, the rain pours down, and I think to myself, "some vacation this is." And then I stop myself and remember why the grass is green, why the birds fly, and why I was able to have a proper meal on my... Continue Reading →
An end and a beginning Unraveling, writing itself Two moments in time Where neither is the past And neither is the future Time, like the winter outside Seems frozen, yet twirly Like the snow flakes falling Settle and become one My gaze fixed upon a moment When I'm none the wiser Yet the air seems... Continue Reading →
No matter the culture, no matter the language, no matter the child–one universal fact transcends every border and every notion man could ever invent: a child is born to love. There are many things a child can do without, but a sense of belonging isn’t one of them. But I am about to have a... Continue Reading →
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