Thursday, November 17, 2011


I momentarily lost my way: fogginess seeping into my skin, an ocean of raindrops. I cradle my inner compass against the steady beats of my heart and lead my ship into the sunlit horizon. My voyage is steady, on course. It's time to fly again.

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Monday, June 27, 2011


Peering through a window of maybes and possibilities, wistfulness and hopefulness. I'm trying to remember how to paint my canvas, though I'm having a difficult time deciding which colors to use. Perhaps I'll choose all of them; I love rainbows.

First Image from happythings on Tumblr.

Second Image from quote-book on Tumblr.

Saturday, June 11, 2011


Been wondering who I am. I keep chasing shadows, peering through keyholes and opening hidden drawers, searching for long forgotten friends, shimmers from the past. Why have I slumbered for so long?

Yet the passion is blossoming inside me once again, from the place inside my heart where it's patiently been hibernating. The longing fills my being, my very senses: words woven together to dance across my consciousness; stories harboring in wait, longing to be told.

And they will, for I know I am a Writer, no matter how many times I've forgotten in the past.

"She says there are stories everywhere and that people who wait for the right one to come along before setting pen to paper end up with very empty pages. That's all writing is, apparently, capturing sights and thoughts on paper. Spinning, like a spider does, but using words to make the pattern."
From The Distant Hours by Kate Morton

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Tuesday, May 31, 2011


"I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic."
*~From Charles de Lint~*

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Wednesday, April 27, 2011


Outside in the falling dusk, I watch the sun set and night fall across my shoulders. The sky is a vast ocean, stretching infinitely-- no stars, no fallen moonbeams, just a deep and endless sea. I'd tumble in, if I could.

I'm feeling like a butterfly trapped inside a cocoon, struggling to emerge. My wings are stuck together with honey. They used to glitter in the sunlight, but it's been awhile since I've flown. One day, I hope.

Image from lifewithout on Tumblr.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Fleeting Moments

Fleeting moments: far away vapors of smoke; swirling, dancing, twisting inside my mind. They're all hovering within my fingertips, but just before I touch them they disappear, all of my 'Once Upon a Times' and written memories. I watch them fly away and long for their safe return; they float through the clouds like feathers.

Image from misswallflower on Tumblr.

Saturday, March 5, 2011


It's night. I gaze at the heavens, the vastness of the stars, the patterns sprinkled in the velvet canopy. I want to bathe in starlight, sprinkle it on my skin, lock it in my heart. I'll gather it and the moonlight and weave them through my hair.

Image from coolkidsgotorehab on Tumblr.