October was an interesting month. Like every other month, it was a mix of good and not-so-good. But unlike the rest, October came with flavors and fragrances that made it memorable in its own unique way.
“Who told you it’s empty? I saw light there last week,” chided little Mary.
“Everyone knows that house has been vacant for years, Mary.” Joe couldn’t believe the stories his sister came up with these days. For a five-year-old, she was quite creative.
Earlier this month, I decided to write and publish daily. Although I didn’t publish every day, I wrote almost every day. When I first set out to write with the intention of publishing — beyond poetry and fiction — it felt like an immense task.
Today it rained in the afternoon. My little one wanted to go for a walk in the rain, holding the umbrella. Unfortunately, by the time we stepped outside, the rain had cleared, leaving only puddles behind. We wandered around with the umbrella in hand, hoping the rain would…
When the perturbed mind reflects, chaos gleams pristine in its own reflection.
Every line, every frown, every crumpled thought, shines too clearly, and all I can hope is that it remains hidden, difficult to read, unseen by the chaos itself. #poem#mind#poetry
Yesterday was the first day in a week that I woke up without a headache weighing me down. Last week was rough, with stubborn headaches taking over my days and leaving me feeling inadequate. I couldn’t read or write as I had planned. #lifelessons#hope#gratitude#mindset
Meghan was amazed at how a simple shift in attitude could transform her entire day. Just an hour earlier, before the clock had even struck eight, she was convinced it was going to be one of those difficult days where nothing went right and everything seemed to fall apart.
