What you do or say can dramatically change the life of a person. Life is about ripples and one word or act can change a lifetime. He stood on the flat rock that hung like a thin wafer over the tall trees below. Trees that gently listed left and right under the push of the soft morning breeze. His eyes scanned the scenery below him and washed across the greens, browns and oranges towards the crest of the far mountain…
Circling the roundabout to the corner of Poppy Terrace, Lisa started to imagine her home. It had been a very long week, fraught with emotion, heavy workloads, ignorant people and too many fast food lunches. She was grateful to be leaving the stark grey building with the windows overlooking the roofs of other stark grey or beige buildings, some with sudo gardens of trees and half baked flowers. She was so excited when she could finally say to her parents…
We hear the encouragement daily “Love yourself” which is used generally to help us understand that it’s ok to put ourselves first, remove ourselves from abusive situations, take time to pamper ourselves or be gentle with ourselves etc. This is exactly what we all need to do and it’s extremely important in life to remember that taking care of yourself allows you to take care of others and live a healthy, less haggard life. Happiness is a different topic and…
Grief flew through the ether like an arrow, lifted by emotions of fear, loneliness, and loss. The speed and precision made it even more fierce while clouds wept rain and birds sang songs of praise. The heart stands tethered to earth, grows wide with silenced screams, and the skin on which rain falls tightens in its attempt to hold it all together. The rising sun cares not for pain, but nature reaches in and wipes all tears with golden strands….
The father saw that I wept and asked, “why do you weep?” Because my children are dying I say, they are falling from cliffs in scattered pieces, plunging into melting ice that floods the plains and kills the crops. They are swinging from trees and rafters, bleeding from holes left behind by the guns held in reckless hands, and they are falling off bridges like swollen suitcases filled with the luggage of murky years. My children are being slaughtered for…