Life

A ray of light erupting over the sea The darkness melting rapidly As she watches this transformation it seems A new beginning is breaking through Calling her to the other side Where beginnings begin and endings are deliberately forgotten Where time takes you forward rather than leaving you behind At random intervals a sea gull coos A speck of light tranforms into a million The darkness fades and replaces the old The new beginning continues to unfold It brings with it a tale untold Laughter and endless chatter Light the better half of the day It breaks through and decides to stay.

We don't speak as often as we used to..but when we do speak -the conversation can continue for hours. As a conversation once summed it up: Q: You are still not over her? A:I never tried to get over her. We're not friends but we pretend to be. Is a wonder as to how long we will choose to fool ourselves? Sometimes when we talk -in the feelings of yesterday -what could have been echoes... But then when the phone tone dies and the receiver is propped back in its place ..it doesn’t really matter anymore..it doesn't change what we have done or decided to do. It doesn’t matter if the decision was one sided -and the other person just chose to follow. We are growing old in a silent companionship. We speak of our wants and desires but we don’t expect anything from one another. It is almost as if we're waiting for life to move us apart. You with someone else and I with someone else. It may take some getting used to..but it will be the right thing to do. Then, we will go our separa...

I am often asked if these blogs reflect my life as it is. The simple answer is -No. Each blog has a life of its own. It begins somewhere in the depths of my mind -long before it is shared. Each piece is then written and re-written until the language is somewhat acceptable! Each story has its own history. It may be linked to a person I met once -who gave me a glimpse into their life through their conversation ..something about them ..anything could conjure up a whole imaginary piece--the final extract could be completely unrelated to them..but when I started it ..it was solely inspired by them. A friend recently said ...should you be sharing a post like " What I am looking for" with the world..does this not reveal a bit to much...are you not making yourself vulnerable? In short ..yes and no. . The blog yes had somewhat to do with my idealisms but also brought forward -expectations..and perhaps general ideas other woman around me have. So ...Does it make me vulnerable? Only to...

It hits you at the oddest of times At the shopping centre or speaking to a friend When life is trudging along smoothly and you are quite content It comes out of nowhere ..suddenly settling like a mist It sprays over my being and is inhaled like a breath Sometimes I ignore it and carry on Other times it knocks continuously It knocks and connects ..with the soul At that precise moment in time I have no control ..I have started missing you all over again.