Cashmere Cashmere, the mention alone, beautiful to speech. Cashmere, pronouncing it, the syllables, smooth, clear, luxurious, as the unit of spoken language rolls off the tongue. Cashmere. Cashmere. Cashmere. Say it; repeat it for surely, you will fall captive under its spoken spell. A fine textured fiber, light, strong, and soft, shorn goat’s hair. A […]
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Daily Prompt~ I Was Here The opportunity to gift a letter to the future inhabitants of a newly discovered planet. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/26/prompt-here/#like-62812 To You, “But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry As you stand on the surface of this newfound world, I ask you to pause and consider my […]
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Imperfect Beauty It is important, this deep and personal need to create simple, beautiful spaces. Whether it is, cuttings gathered from nature, vignettes, gathered bits and pieces, sparkle and shine, or a simple lit candle shining brightly in the dark. Our spaces comfort through their serenity, simplicity, and simple beauty. A book close at hand, a […]
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My mother slowly exits the car and pauses, looking back at me, through the open window. I ask, “Would you do this mom, if you were me?” There is a pause of seconds, although for a few brief moments, I am sensing that she won’t approve. I still need my mother’s approval. As a […]
Read moreDecember’s Words
Your last, whispered words spoken were, “I love you, honey.” It is as if the words floated through the air between us and found their way inside, under my skin, pumped through my blood stream until they found their home. The four little words tattooed on my heart. Those four little words have a surging, pulsating […]
Read moreHello, December!
The crisp December chill slaps my cheeks as I pause to take in the scenery outside the door. There is a reason that I love December so. It is not for the cold, although it forces my senses to attention, rather, it is the warmth, from the ever-burning fire of December, that captures my heart. The […]
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The Lady’s Coat Slipping the Thrift Store coat over her forearms, easing it onto her shoulders, the woman smiles as she senses the weight settling into place, cloaking her frame. Glancing into the mirror she considers her reflection, graying hair swept into a simple up do, rolled and pinned into place, the simplest of pearl […]
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