Lyryk woke to Biscuit’s cold, wet nose sniffling in her ear. Must you? She thought to the dog, grumpy at the rude awakening. Is time, came the reply. She reached over and shook Eliam’s shoulder, jerking back as he lashed out, anticipating his reaction. It wasn’t the first time she’d shaken him awake. He looked … Continue reading Framed, Part 4
“Music is gathering. Taking our scattered thoughts and senses and coalescing us back into our core. Music is powerful. The first few chords can change us where no self-help books can.”~Jane Siberry Canadian singer-songwriter, composer, musician, record producer, and poet Jane Siberry was born on this day in 1955.
“People do not change, they are merely revealed.”~Anne Enright Irish writer Anne Enright was born on this day in 1962.
“Love should be simple, but it’s not. Hate should be hard, but it’s easy.”~Tanya Tucker American country music singer and songwriter Tanya Tucker was born on this day in 1958.
“Only a thin partition separates the psychically normal from the diseased.”~Helene Deutsch Polish-American psychoanalyst Helene Deutsch was born on this day in 1884.
“Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one’s back they are a heavy weight.”~Marina Tsvetaeva Russian poet Marina Tsvetaeva was born on this day in 1892.
“Differences are not intended to separate, to alienate. We are different precisely in order to realize our need of one another.”~Desmond Tutu South African Anglican bishop and theologian Desmond Tutu was born on this day in 1931.
By the time we arrived on the Western Slope on Sunday afternoon, dinner was almost ready. Two hours later, we watched the sun set over the mesa. (C) 2024, JJ ShaunSunset over Grand Mesa, Western Colorado. Monday, we drove around looking at the sights and views of the surrounding areas. One place we visited was … Continue reading Home Again
“We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter.”~Denis Diderot French philosopher, art critic, and writer Denis Diderot was born on this day in 1713.
The dissonance eased as Lyryk reached the ballroom. The varied shades of crimson, red, burgundy, and maroon affected her mood and her music took on the tones of a march. Eliam glanced at her from the corner of his eye and changed the tempo. She tried to follow his lead, but the weight of the … Continue reading Framed, Part 3
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