Sunday, December 12, 2010

Candlerain





In the absence of busywork, grief and life-skid, there exists a luxurious sort of peace.

No TV.
No worries.
No frantic, sweaty, stress.
Just a woman with her children. A little music and a lot of candle light on a rainy north eastern day.
Just a notebook with some words inside that weave a story.
Just a pot of soup and homemade bread.

A moment. A place to revisit when forlorn returns.

11 comments:

  1. No worries, or worries set aside for the day, and the things that give sanctuary, for a while, so nice….

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  2. Love that place, that's what my cabin in the bush provides. Best place in the world :)

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  3. Lovely. May forlorn never return.

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  4. I adore the title, love the post, love you most.

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  5. A perfect day...my bowl of soup was a pot of spaghetti sauce...but other than that, I'll save it to revisit too.

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  6. It's the simple things, really, isn't it?
    Oh the pleasure in a bowl of soup is immeasurable sometimes!

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  7. A place to revisit when forlorn returns... oooh I like that!

    Hey, wondering if you'd care to read a first draft of my new YA when it is finished?

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  8. Sounds wonderful to me and I hope forlorn never returns for you Suzy. Happy holidays dear heart.

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  9. wonderfully said. how are you?

    happy holidays

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  10. The perfect place to spend a winter's day. Lovely! Wistful and lovely.

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