it's only words

 

 highs, lows
migraines, and early birdsong
old friends & goodbyes
 a tiny thrill of freedom

try and make sense of it, let me know what you find.
 my world is topsy-turvy, and right now -- that's just fine.

I don't have any words right now, as you can see. The ones that come out are barely (if that) coherent. It's a jumbled mess as I try to work through the scars and attempt to 'feel' again. It's odd, being disembodied from your emotions. I'm afraid that I have grown too used to it, and almost enjoy it.
 The problem is you really can't write without emotion, at least I can't.
 I have grown tired of this apathy
 and miss living in my world
 - too much of this one, I guess.
So this, this will be my year.

frosty stars

a silent peace
 muffled, gathering...

   downy snowflakes
                      all around

they come to rest one by one
 on the doe's long lashes, above her liquid eye
her breath like a cloud, still - yet swirling
 up to the stars to join the crystal frosts above

a little scribble in the margins of Winterkiln

bandwagon beginnings

It's the 15th already. 15 days into the 15th year of the 21st century.

  I am the kind of person who needs New Years to reevaluate and re-plan and gain new perspective. New years have such hope and promise in them. A promise I think we all crave by December.

Something new. A better year than last. A new start.

   For me

2015 means more...

-late night writing under the covers

-picture-taking of special people and special things

-whimsical watercolors, just because

-adventures in tea tasting 

-more daring celtic fiddling

-horse kisses & saddle sore legs

-keeping up with old friends: 

'come on over for some random new tea and s'mores by the fireplace!'

-travels to the sea

-singing with the piano

-devotion to Christ

...and hopefully a novel or two finished by Christmas

christmas and candlelight

The most wonderful time of the year.
- Digging out the good old Christmas cds, dusting off the stereo and Elvis Presley's Blue Christmas
- Waiting for a day of non-sub-zero temperatures to ferry all the Christmas trimmings from storage to the house (not hard this year when yesterday was 60*)
- Tweaking the nativity figurines a dozen and one times
- Hot chocolate is always on the shopping list
- Little helping hands and a large pitcher quench a thirsty tree (... and the carpet...)
- Stockings hung by the fireplace with care
- Innocent, wondering eyes reflecting the light of the Advent wreath
- Shopping the local boutiques for just the right gift, Blackbird coffee in hand
And every where the gentle glow of candles that whisper - not shout - the underlying hope of the season: He's coming!

Not-NaNo week 1

Word must have got out that I am "kinda-sorta-not" participating in NaNoWriM this year. I am as ill and muddled as a parrot in damp weather.

 My hope was that by saying I wasn't and by not officially signing up this year, I would avoid the bad juju that WITHOUT FAIL befalls me each time I have attempted the hallowed November 50k. Every year I've tried at least one of my animals has either gotten sick or run over, and I have come down with either the flu or some new headcold of horrors  (NaNo 2009, 2011, and 2012). Last year I said, "no way!", for the first time succumbing to superstition. This year, while still wary, I thought I could skirt the problem by not signing up, and instead of having a goal of 50,000 words, merely try to write every day.
  And now look at me. The end of week one and I've already been sick for three days. bah.

I hope you all are having better luck than I - how many of you are participating this year? You can leave a link to your NaNo profile below if you'd like!

No snippets from me this week (mostly because it would involve me having to get up and hunt for my notebook, and secondly, what I have written so far is pretty bare bones :/). I'll make up for it next week! In the mean time, here's a couple of quotes from (vastly - haha) different authors that have kept me going this first week...