That has brought your thoughts to me a single element of surprise, won out by the relentless pounding of my heart next to yours, Hoping that we might meet again, by chance, by plan hoping that the magic that seems to blossom every time that I see the smiles, light up on…… Continue reading Just a Whisper of Hope…
Usually, I don’t have any trouble talking. In fact, I can be a real chatterbox. The life of the party. The girl you wanna hang out with it. The wife, I’m sure, my husband wishes would. just. stop. talking. The mother who, well, you know, talks a lot, just ask my boys. All that changes…… Continue reading Let’s talk… From Linda, The Cabbage Master!
As part of my “Let me be your voice” project, once again, I am honored to host the story of a lovely reader who sent me a painful recalling of her past. I wish there were no such stories to share, but since there are… I hope letting it out at last will help and…… Continue reading “Let me be your voice” project – Sleeping with the enemy…
Hollow, just not empty. She was broken. She had been for so long… She had no one to blame but herself, no sad story of a damaged childhood, no over dramatic twist along her path. Nothing to point her finger at, that people would feel sorry about. She had no visible scar, no open…… Continue reading Hollow…
Just thoughts, flowing thoughts, floating thoughts… Thrown to the winds, barely words, picked and tied together in a bouquet. Merely ideas, written in the clouds, uncatchable, unreadable, there just to imagine. Like a lighthouse, a dot of hope shining in the middle of the night… So don’t slap me on the hand if I…… Continue reading Floating thoughts…
Tonight I was going through a collection of quotes that inspire me, but haven’t found their place in the Cove yet when I came upon the following… It made me think about a fellow blogger I had a heartfelt interaction not long ago… (I hope you will read this and recognize yourself) Some…… Continue reading Do you feel blue?
Feeling cheated, exhausted and alone… She wished she could just turn to someone. Drowning in failure, sorrow and bills, things seemed to be dreadfully going downhill. What now, where now? she kept asking herself. The only place she felt safe, was curled up in her bed. Cry, baby cry. Fighting the fire with your…… Continue reading Floodgates…
Alone with her thoughts, she bent down to sit on the ground… She murmured her prayer to the earth, caressing it from the tip of her fingers, with no obvious response… She then walked towards the fire, and danced with the flames. Twirling close enough to feel the heat, but her words burned in…… Continue reading Invoking the elements…
Sitting alone on my favorite couch, a woolen scarf wrapped around my neck to fight autumn’s friskiness, I am thinking about my younger years… I had a very nice childhood. I could go about and tell my favorite memories of it, and maybe I will someday, but it is not the point of this…… Continue reading I am so lucky…
Dans la pénombre de la ruelle sur la peau d’albâtre de sa menue main le frisson du baiser, lèvres éternelles valant la promesse d’un lendemain.
Cyranny's Cove 