beautiful words – aliceandmolly

I recall that morning. Everything was misty grey: the gravel road that kicked dust from the tires, the clouds above us, her sweatshirt adorned with the words, ‘Carmel- by-the-sea.’

We were so far north of Carmel.

Desperate for a break, hoping to convince myself, fears are paper tigers come to play, I’d left the city behind.

She stood there, familiar yet out of place.

Love

“… and I watched as the old man, seated at the table, his fingers fumbling to untangle her caught pearls, saw me smile. He leaned in and whispered, ‘I’m not crying. It’s just water.'”

~This is Love

xox

Did you know? The use of an x signifies a kiss. This symbol dates back to medieval times. A letter would be kissed to mean honesty and sincerity.

One of my fondest memories is a book, Dick Whittington and His Cat. My father handed it to me. Inside the jacket was his signature. Next to the signature was a line: xxxxx.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dick_Whittington_and_His_Cat

If she was a bird, she’d be a wren. Small in scale, perfect in faith. Sometimes, even wrens find their wings are too heavy.

~brave bird

Photo Credit: unsplashed- Danielle Dobson

Dawn stirs

With a trust so gentle

Her skirt, a whispered rustle

Her presence, like an old friend

To edge me back to morning

New rain softens the window pane

A drop fell on the Cherry tree

Sent to kiss the earth

And blur the memory of a dream

I had lingered too long, within

Her fingers brushed a stray lock of hair and tucked it behind my ear.

She said, “Pink is a pretty colour, Lass.”

A simple gesture yet profoundly intimate.

I’d forgotten.

It’s been so long since I felt my mother’s touch.

~ The Stranger

Say it. Say you didn’t feel it. Then walk away because I can’t. How does one forget the only thing worth cherishing in this life? Some things- some things know nothing of endings. So say it or live the rest of your life in a lie.

~ excerpt from a scene

I opened the door

You slipped in

The cleanse of a flash summer storm

In an over sized sweater

Fresh laundry off the line

The cut grass smell in air

A memory of a street name I barely remember

And You: the boy I loved.

If you are in the dark

I’ll shine a light

If you swim in the ocean

I’ll adore salt

If you are the whiskey

I’ll be the shot

If you are in a tree

I’ll be your birdsong

~promises

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Category: beautiful words

Love

xox

~ excerpt from a scene

A Beautiful Life