Raeka Manipura

I had the shortest interview of my life today. I'm not kidding, it lasted less than fifteen minutes. And the oddest part about the whole thing is that I actually got the job. Which raised my doubts almost immediately. I know I reside slightly on the more paranoid side of things (I am my father's daughter) but I just can't help but wonder.. why me? (bet you haven't heard that   question before) Are they strapped for people that badly? Maybe they're just careless? Maybe they really have no clue how to hold an interview and were just winging it? I was asked maybe 3 pertinent questions about the place, and the rest was just small talk. One of the owners kept stating things he said 'really showed his age' but I swear he looked 30 at most. That also makes me wonder how old they thought I was. I mean, I just came from volunteering at Festival Du Voyageur (for any non-Winnipeggers its a yearly festival held in February that celebrates French Canad

How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, you'll never know. Yes, I quoted Pocahontas. It's stuck in my head. That tends to happen when you don't know where your thoughts should go. February is known to be the month to celebrate Valentines Day. And for people like me, a day to be aware of your lack of love. Rather,  that  form of love. We love plenty in other ways. But twice this month now I've heard grave news. Two separate people that I once knew have died, the common denominator being that they were so young. Another common denominator being I knew of them, but I didn't personally know them. I've met them, spoken to them, but it ends there for me. My ties are with the people they left behind. We all have a circle of people we care about, and they in turn have their own circle, who have others with their circles, and so on and so forth, until it includes the entire globe. We are all connected, so where does that circle end for