No… I haven’t found the “off” switch on my brain yet (if someone knows where it is, tell me pleeeeeeaaaaase!). As part of my morning routine, I quickly scrolled down through what my Facebook friends had to say and show, and link in, since yesterday evening. I came across a cute video of a puppy…… Continue reading Cute… or Odd?
via Daily Prompt: Apprentice I always thought I was allergic to jealousy… Not getting the point of the useless emotion. Wasn’t it? Pointless, to doubt if you trusted? But you made me your apprentice, and taught me against my very will… To envy others, some I didn’t even know. And…… Continue reading Jealous… Me?
Self confidence…. wouldn’t brag about being good at it (because I am not)… But some people are just total champions at lacking it, and sometimes, I wonder if they even listen to themselves… Part of my Booh job is to regularly call stores, to tell them it is time for the annual cleaning…… Continue reading Self confidence… Or the lack of.
Some would say you are an aquired taste… But I know you’re an insidious addiction… They tried to make me go to rehab, But I said no, no, no….
Just not Cinderella’s because, well, you all know I am no princess. No, this morning, a little before 5 O’clock, I was getting ready for work when I chose to leave my Winter boots behind, and put on my Summer Denmark hiking shoes. I know hiking shoes are not the sexiest, but my Merrell hikers…… Continue reading Slippers…
She leaned forward, slowly licking Death’s lips.. Then turned her back, and walked away, leaving It longing for more…
Tirée vers les bas fonds du sommeil… Les paupières alourdies par le poids des jours… Je n’ai rien à craindre ce soir… Car, je m’envole vers la sécurité de tes bras.
I love waxwing birds… They are among my favorite feathered friends, and I am lucky because we have a lot of them in my neighbourhood, even if I live in a big city. I prefer their name in French, though. Jaseur de bohème, litterally “Bohemian chatter”. More poetic than “waxwing”. I like the little things,…… Continue reading My crazy brains…
Hopes and dreams, pains and doubts, drawn on the walls for everyone to see… Sometimes feels like my life is nothing, but a graffiti…
I wanted to do a 3 weeks follow up yesterday, but I had a lot to do, and when I finally got to it, the sun had set and the garden was in bed. Yes, a garden sleeps! Don’t wonder why your indoor plants always end up dying if you didn’t know that! We all…… Continue reading Go garden!… (day 22)
Cyranny's Cove 