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.
“… 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
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
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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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The sourcebook for modern living
Author of fairy tales with a folkpunk and steampunk twist
“We may struggle, but we don’t quit”
The Casual Way to Discuss Movies
GETTING CREATIVE- this is my little creative corner in the world where I have my music, my stories sometimes combined with my music (read the story and you’ll find the song), poems (or really, really short stories as I like to call them 😉), audio stories and audio poems (for those of you who prefer to listen), my digital drawings and sometimes I even throw in some quotes or photos for inspiration 😊.
Sniffing out the best new music
islands and in between
Wear what you love, not what they say you should like.
Be Positive, Patient and Persistent...
Never get lost in the Sauce
Paradigm Shift, Mindfulness, and Personal Empowerment
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Reflections on Writing
whiny with a side of poet
Give me a sentence. I'll write you a story.
I can't eat biscuits, but I have a better idea ...
Conversations with the Heartmind
Simply a lifestyle blog! Come along with me...
