Darling, stop and smell the roses. Dare to bloom against all the rain and cold the storms of time place in your way. Blossom, for the world needs your colours, your vibrance.
In the hushed tranquility of twilight, it seems at times that the wind whispers. Its voice of wonder is a sound so soft it mingles with the rustling of the cattails quickly turning to shadow, the constant flow of the waters so great and steady. It reminds me that darkness can be beautiful, that morning… Continue reading When the Wind Whispers
In this quaint corner Reality's edges blur. Look with soul, not eyes.
O Morning Sun, Bring light to my grey world. Show me the reds and yellows and pinks Of warmth, of hope, of resilience. Sing me the songs of dawn, Of new beginnings and peace. O Morning Sun, How do you rise each day Regardless of ice, of fire around you? O Morning Sun, Teach me… Continue reading Morning Sun
I long to be as fragile, as flexible as a leaf. I long to move with the wind, to be able to take in the sun's energy and use it to create. I long to have the security of a branch, a tree holding me up. I long for the ability to live with the… Continue reading Fragility
There is something undoubtedly magical about this time of year. As the leaves burst into song, perhaps a part of us does too. Perhaps as the leaves show us the colours of fire and warmth, we can absorb and radiate that energy. So sing on, dear reader, and harmonize with the world around you.
Gazing out my window as the world settled to darkness, an army of towering metal structures approached me. They sucked power from the earth and gave it to the people who believed themselves to rule it. The army worked tirelessly in all hours of night and day, oblivious to their crimes.