Tagged: love

SnowPorn.

Everything about this little space gives me the snowy smiles (whatever the snowy smiles are, this photo conjures them up).  It’s a quiet corner tucked away gently…we don’t even need to envision the home itself to appreciate the calming peace that this corner exudes.  It’s just enough of the rustic to give it an edge, and just enough comfort to give it warmth.  And you can’t beat the view.  I’d cozy up here with my coffee and drift away easily.  Let the daydreams commence.

Light your fire, grab your coffee (or wine), snag your book…and cozy up to the warmth of this week’s great wintry space.

1000 Posts.

One. Thousand. Posts.  A thousand posts.  That’s quite a lot of random musings amassed over the course of eight years, and I have to say, it’s been a long, challenging, exciting, tiring, but ultimately satisfying ride.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about (and damn near highly considered) quitting this blog.  On many a day, it has seemed like a complete waste of time…but in the end, the passion to communicate and the deep drive to create and express wins out.  

I consider myself a writer, and Writers Write.  I don’t believe that a writer should write for likes and follows. I believe that a writer should write what’s written on the inside.  Sounds cheesy and cliche, but it’s true. We all have a message or messages within us, just waiting to see the light of day; we all have a voice waiting to be spoken in whatever medium gives it life. Convey it, whatever it may be.  

No preachy preaching from me, though…just write. You can’t reach everyone….so just be true to yourself and create.  Cast your net out there…it doesn’t matter how big it is.  If you can snag a few fish, then smile.  If you don’t, keep going and smile anyway. Do your thing, stick with it, be consistent, and give your voice a stage.  And most importantly, many, many thanks to those that have taken part in the journey!  Your support is priceless, and I thank you.

Quotes from the Vault – Full.

We’ve all heard flight attendants give the instruction a million times…”In the event of catastrophe, place the oxygen mask on yourself before you assist others.”  It makes sense.  How many of us ensure that we’re nourished first…so that we can adequately provide care for others?  Self neglect can be amazingly detrimental for not only us, but for those around us.  Think about it.  Let’s make sure that we give ourselves the love that we need.







SnowPorn.

Some spaces try do a lot with a little, while others attempt to accomplish the minimal…and end up over doing it.  Others meet that fine balance at the halfway mark.  I’d like to think that this week’s space is up to the task of achieving that desired balance.  Clean lines meet warm comfort, and that sweet spot is complemented gently by a quaint little fire and just enough open window to give the owners a perfect glimpse of winter.  Serve me up a cup of coffee and I’m there.  Let the daydreams commence.

Light your fire, grab your coffee (or wine), snag your book…and cozy up to the warmth of this week’s great wintry space.

Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from an as yet unnamed tale.

Grab a drink, post up in a chair, and take a few minutes to dig into this little story snippet.  Thanks for reading; let me know what you think.  Stay creative.

     At long last, it appeared as though they were nearing their destination; the deeper they got, the more the forest seemed to close in tightly around them, and the unmistakable rustle of the oversized jungle leaves grew nearer. Up ahead, the driver finally made the decision to ease up on the gas, and the bus began to slow its pace as the road began to narrow. His heart began to race at the anticipation of what existed outside the comfort of the bus, and as this was his first international assignment, he was eager to get his feet wet and explore.  
     The bus’ brakes began to squeal loudly as it came to a slow stop. They were approaching a large clearing, surrounded by the intensely rich green of the surrounding jungle. The air began to surge in through the windows, and with a shudder, the bus came to a complete halt. He glanced around the bus, and all within were hurriedly gathering themselves and their belongings, stretching tired bodies and sleeping limbs from such a long journey. She was collecting her bag, and running her fingers through her wind tousled hair; she wore a green jacket that hugged her body just right, and she pulled on a well-worn cap that rested comfortably over her eyes.