I like to take a weekend or two each month to getaway from the hustle and bustle and relax and write. It is my sanctuary where I can be creative and unwind. Solitude has its benefits. I was reading today from a writing web site about taking time to yourself to write and getting away […]
Month: June 2012
Casting A Spell . . . .
“This evening in the darkness of the sunset’s shadows, the most breathtaking of sights appeared to me. The last glow of the diminishing sun rays embraced your body and rose to a crown of radiance upon your head.With ocean surf as the background, your arms reaching outward like sails in the wind and your toes […]
Come To Me . . . .
I accept your outstretched hand most gracefully entering the solitude of the elegant ballroom reserved for just you and me. My eyes close to the slumber of your lullaby, my senses awaken and the rhapsody of your touch enters deep within my soul. I see a rainbow of colors through glistening eyes and feel the […]
She Told Me So . . . .
She told me the seasons were changing. The sun was shining but it was not hot. I could feel a sense of irritability in the air. Breezy, calm, breezy, no one noticed, and no one cared at least not this day. Perhaps when one thinks about yet another change to endure, the water down the […]
Simply Because It Is There . . . .
“I do not go to the beach to hear the crashing of the surf, to feel the sand beneath my feet instead of turf, or to breathe in the wholesome fresh air; I go to the beach simply because it is there.” ~Patrick Timm September, 2009.
Dearly Departed . . . .
It was an honor making your acquaintance at the funeral parlor late Saturday afternoon. What wonderful stories you could tell, and how enraptured was the small audience in attendance, so that it was to my grand amusement that afterward the body was forgotten – indeed the coach later arrived at the burial yard without […]
The Box . . . .
It was about six weeks ago I had a dream while in a deep slumber in the wee hours of the night. I was somewhere I do not remember perhaps in a land of unknown origins. A sense of urgency came over me and this little old lady appeared before me huddled over and with […]
The Pleasure Of Your Company . . . .
My Dear Tasha, The crab tacos on the boardwalk were superb! Not having dined at this off the wall Mexican eatery, I really didn’t know what to expect, your suggestion was a good choice. The weather was fine and the pleasure of your company was sublime. Our chuckles when you dripped sauce on your […]
The Secrets of the Sea . . . .
If one listens very intently, you can hear the whispers of the ocean through a lonely seashell. The depths of the sea have many tales to tell and speak to those that seek the mystical encounters of times gone by. Close your eyes and imagine as the wind beckons your calling. The hint of sea […]
My Dear Emily . . . .
Dearest Emily, The cones on the bough were laden with dew hanging so delicately in the early morning chill. The aroma of cedar filled my nostrils as I passed under the giant tree reminding me of the burning incense in your parlor. The fog so gingerly floating just feet above the dampened earth reminds me […]