Dust

“I want to be a better writer. Help me,” She pleaded. She wanted her words to touch someone. She wanted someone to connect with her ramblings.

The best advice she gave was no different to words of wisdom for the walk of life. “Keep writing… reading also helps with that.” 

And so she must keep scribbling on the page as best she can. Keep turning the page until the ink dries and soon, they will connect…

Writing

I have notebooks everywhere. Loose pieces of paper next to the bed, on the kitchen counter, in the bookshelves, inside drawers, all of them, pleading for my handwriting. They are begging for my ink to bleed on them. “Write anything!” They implore. And so, I try. I use the booklet on the counter at the front door for shopping lists. The journals next to my bed, one is for bible verses and lessons, another I use for workouts and to measure my thighs. I use some for to do lists.

There are pages and pages and pages but not enough words to fill them all…

Unbridled Joy

Unbridled: free, undirected, unrestricted. Thoughts are freely shared. Gestures are unlimitlessly given. There are no fears, no holding back. Everything that is mine is yours; my happiness, my fears, my dreams and what I ate that day. No other word, but joy, is a fitting discription. So love me unbridled so I can know joy, unbridled…

Moods 

The heart, a kaleidescope of fire and ice, calm seas, clear blue sky and starry nights. Sometimes the clouds gather overhead, the thunder rumbles and lightening strikes and the rain pours down. And sometimes the birds chirp and the sun warms the face. A cool breeze provides just the right relief on a blazing summer day. There are even times when it is a culmination of it all in a one day.

So how do two hearts then co-exist? How do they manage to find a middle ground when at times both are in conflict? How do they walk side by side, hand in hand when so often their moods are not in agreement? When her skies are blue, his are grey. When he has sunshine she has rain.

Perhaps you are each other’s cool breeze that gently steers the clouds away so that the sun shines again. Perhaps his clouds cover up her sun to create beautiful shapes in the sky that they can watch in wonder. Perhaps they don’t agree, but compliment each other instead…