Its sail unfurling against the storm, it would carry us forward, us clinging to hope …
Daily Prompt: Grainy Through sometimes grainy, carefully preserved images of our lives well lived I am reminded of all the beautiful memories my family have created together, when looking through treasured photos. Today I am prompted to reminisce…and as always have found an uplifting happiness in the faces of family and friends. It is not…
I was wrong, 40 seconds goes by in a snap and next minute I was standing in our lounge room, in front of this gorgeous creature, him just out of the surf and smelling like salt — me standing in my favourite navy and white stripe, Disney Dopey night shirt!
Her little hands tucked under her chin in prayer position, lips pink with gloss, hair all tumbling curls pinned with tiny rose buds, I wondered how she was going to get through such a long day
He is strong and fierce, determined and not at all predictable. He is love, he is lovable – he is loved.
It wasn’t like I had meant to add to the busyness of her day, yet I could feel her glaring at me through the phone. It was all rather odd.
You’re not ready for the world yet little ones. Stay inside. Stay inside.
For me they had been pretty hedonistic times with just enough common sense thrown in to keep me out of trouble. It appeared to be different for him.
If you or someone you know are feeling overwhelmed by grief: reach out to someone, anyone – a friend, family member or support group like Beyond Blue. You are not alone.
be still and turn your attention within – the answers you seek will be there. It is time to reconcile where you have been to clear the path for where you are going.
As she made her way through the throng of scantily dressed models, production crew, buyers, family and friends all excitedly celebrating the success of the show –she looked down and saw a beautiful Tiffany’s solitaire on her finger. Coming to an abrupt halt as she ran into someone — she excused herself as she looked up to see Wilton staring back at her.
It doesn’t matter if it’s the emptiness and sorrow of a lifetime of love gone – or the sting and humiliation of love unrequited. It’s painful and can strike you unawares.