New tires crunched along the gravel path until her bike came to a stop in front of the beautiful garden that Mr. Smith had professionally designed last spring. There is no way he’d notice a the missing flower or two should she decide to snip a few and how could he possibly deny a bouquet to the woman who had been his lover the year before. Just as she got up the nerve to lay down her bike and enter the wrought iron gate before her, a loud rumble over-head forced her eyes to look up into the grey skies. It wouldn’t be long before that thunder cloud unleashed and made it nearly impossible for her to make it back home. She smiled the kind of tight-lipped grin that said she was up to something. Her leg swung over the bar and her feet maneuvered the peddles back to the paved road that lead to her home. Her speed made it look as though she was determined to make it back before the storm but her mind was simply spell bound.
It’s a rainy Wednesday morning and I felt the itch to do a little story telling. I wish I could spend a little more time here with you today but life gets in the way sometimes.
Some days beg for a little eccentric charm and this crazy outfit is perfect.
Wouldn’t you agree? Young and cute= looking perfect in any outfit. He hee
As I set out on my usual morning jaunt yesterday I was thinking about how we all change ever so slowly and come to except things because of repeated exposure. Just like wild animals become habituated to humans, we too become desensitised to life. Think about it. There are things that in the past you would never have excepted but because of circumstances and repeated exposure things change and you just except it.
It’s not always easy to live life with open eyes and a fresh vision but it’s important if you are to stay true to yourself. I love my walks with camera in hand, eyes fresh, mind quieted, and ears open. I guess you could say nature is my perfect muse. I fall under her spell and just travel from place to place seeing, really seeing the world without judgement or a plan-I love that.
Softly she whispers,
as a sliver of light peeks through the trees, I’m there.
Blue so vivid that it hurts my eyes,
fills the space overhead, I’m there
She tickles my legs with a sway in the breeze, I’m there
A deep breath fills my chest,
as a sigh allows residual stress to escape, I’m there
I’m drifting and then falling hard,
under her spell and just like a lover, I’m there
After a magic tweak my okay pic becomes my perfect muse
Where are you?
Last night I welcomed DJ to the sofa and she talked about the pain of losing her best friend. It happened in the ususal way- a fight over a guy. This is what she had to say…
“he plays his game..i fell for it..and then i tell her the truth. She screams and tells me our friendship is over with no forgiveness. I was sorry for what I did thats why I told. I regretted it.I have been crying since march because I miss my friend.”
It made me wonder why this seems to happen to women over and over again. What is it that makes us forget our heads and fall into the arms of a man before we consider the consequences? Do they have some sort of unseen power that can’t be stopped? Yeah, I think that’s it.
The following is a little ditty that kind of illustrates that power and our weakness toward it.
Tally stared hard at the man in the dark corner of the bar. She felt her heart stop and then start again. Underneath that cowboy hat was a face she knew and loved. Tally ran to his side and tossed his hat to the floor. He looked up and pulled her lips to his. The long kiss with his melt in her mouth lips and a soft caress was familiar and just the way she liked it. David always knew just how to touch her; it was perfect and exactly what she needed. Tally was a different person now and had vowed to never fall in love again but that idea became buried deep the moment she saw him. The lies, the loneliness and his cheating ways all forgotten with just one kiss. They were lovers from a lifetime ago who had found each other again. Even though she’d prayed that her life would be declared a do-over, this couldn’t be happening. Her eyes were clouded by tears but sight wasn’t necessary as she breathed in the scent of this man she’d missed so much, it was heaven. As her tears subsided she cradled her hands around his cheeks and took a long look at his face; she knew it was true because the eyes never lie. He still loved her. She could learn to forgive him because lies can be told for good reason and fairy tales sometimes do come true, don’t they? Tally was searching for a new life on her own but found instead that the past was too much a part of her. She couldn’t let go.
Just something I wrote a couple years ago and it seemed to fit this situation. DJ if your listening (reading) forget the guy, especially if you really don’t care about him, like you said. Give your friend some time to forgive you, don’t force it. When the time is right you can tell her how sorry you are and forge a new friendship. Good luck to you.
It’s getting a little steamy in here I think I’ll go take a cool shower. On second thought maybe I’ll go find my cowboy hat 😉 Enjoy your day.
Here is part 2 of Reflection and the Purge. If you missed part one click here. Warning there may be blood.
Oh yeah… the dangerous boy. This girl knew it right away. He was it, the one, the perfect piece of forbidden fruit. No need for her to search anymore. They fell hard and fast for each other. He from the wrong side of the tracks and she from the perfect plastic family on a more perfect side of town. No it wasn’t a match made in Heaven but it started out so well. She was so happy and he took care of everything, yes everything and maybe a little too well.
Then her beautiful blue sky turned angry and full of unnecessary evils. This girl once free and full of life was now trapped under glass. She could see the world spinning around without her. His grip was so tight and his fingers became imbedded deep in her flesh. She waited, she begged and before long she had no choice. Her life once lived was no where to be found and the only way she could live again was to break free of the glass that imprisoned her soul. She knew this wouldn’t be easy and yes there may be blood but the option to whither away was not a choice she could make. So, this girl took a deep breath and fought her way free, finally shattering the glass. There were tears, and things were broken, so very broken. Yes, it did hurt a little, well actually a lot, and there was plenty of blood but she was finally free and standing on her own two feet. She was free to breath the fresh air, pick the flowers or go to lunch with a friend without worry. Life was good and she knew it.
“What happened to the dangerous boy?” you ask. She knows where he is and it’s not far away but none of that matters. Yeah, there are emotional scars but this girl is free and as curious as ever. I think she has learned her lesson and stays on her own side of town but even so, she can’t pass up the chance to dip her toes in the wild waters from time to time.
Next post is a Travel Treasure give-away. Oh my!
A little creative writing from my past
You blew into my heart on a special night. I felt you deep down to my core. You barely noticed my naked skin next to yours. I breathed deeply and stole your essence. Your eyes were wrapped in a mystery that never revealed the truth. I was fixated on you, without a care for my own well-being. I thirsted for your sexy soul to become a part of mine. Only then could I break free of the misery that held me captive.
When I was with you, I felt my rhythm come back to me. I knew who I was and others envied my style. I must have been somebody special to have captured such a beautiful boy, wrapped in a man of importance. Your charisma and quiet charm were held together by an envelope of natural beauty. I see you, every time the wind blows a perfectly formed leaf through the sky, with the same lofty presence that floated your karma to mine. You left me just like a silent leaf on the breeze. I watched you go and never looked back as the room fell silent. Only the curtains dared move as a summer’s breeze blew through my soul. I heard my soul answer…hope floats.
Be My Valentine
I love you
hugs and kisses
V-Day is closing in and it’s time to leave that special someone a secret valentine right over here. You can do it anonymously or with full disclosure – you decide. Let you inner cupid bring out your romantic side. Just leave your message in the comment section here. I will feature a few letters on the daily post on or around Valentine’s Day. Don’t be shy; do something really special for that special someone in your life. It doesn’t have to be addressed to your lover. Leave a valentine message to anyone who has made a difference in your life or is just too damn cute to ignore. No valentine message? Then leave us with your best v-day memories or a little romantic advice. Make our day with your sweet message or spice up our love life with a romantic tip, either way we can’t wait to hear it.
LOve Love LOve
and more Love Kiss Cupid
hugs and kisses Secrets So Cute
Be mine My BFF I Love You
Don’t worry I’m not delusional I know it’s not Valentine’s Day but I could go for some chocolate right about now. This post is an invitation for you to post a secret valentine for that special someone. It can be your lover, someone you secretly admire, your child, your pet or favorite movie star. It could be anyone and you can post it anonymously or with full disclosure. You decide but remember this could be an excellent way to score some brownie points. Ohhh brownies sound so good right now. No comments-I have a chocolate thing going on.
So if you’re feeling your inner cupid go to the Secret Valentine page and leave your message. Yes I made a special page just for you. If you prefer privacy you can send your Valentine to my email firstname.lastname@example.org I will post a few letters on the main page on or around Valentines Day. So start conspiring with cupid and write those love letters. If we have a good response I may make it a contest with a real prize. The Sofa Diary readers will be the judges. It’s up to you whether you want your message entered in the contest. Tell me your thoughts on this.