My Melancholy Joy

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A Perfect Autumn Day

Fallen leaves blanket the earth with a quilt of colour; rich reds, warm oranges, and bright yellows. Softly, they crunch underfoot, releasing an earthy scent that gently wafts in the chilled air.

Wagon rides to the orchard to pick crisp, juicy apples and a pumpkin or two.  And then a stop at the bakery, warm and toasty, filled with the aroma of freshly baked goodies. A mouth-watering medley of apples, cinnamon, and brown sugar and the spicy fragrance of cider.

Corn mazes at dusk. Dressed in cosy sweaters, scarves, and mittens, our flashlights in hand to see in the looming darkness. Hoots of laughter as we scare each other. Cold and tired from our exertions we make our way to the exit. Hot chocolate awaits to warm cold hands. Heat rising to caress our red noses. Life is good under a starry, Fall sky.

Home to sit by a crackling fire wrapped in soft blankets. A shiver as the fire warms cold bones and a drowsy stupor overcomes all senses. Safely tucked up while the cold is banished to the dark outside. Feeling grateful and a little melancholy on a perfect Autumn evening.

 

 

 

Crumb

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Settling for crumbs will only leave you wanting;

 love,

affection,

respect,

and attention.

A crumb is the promise of something more that will never come.

Don’t settle.

You are not a mouse!

When You Need to Know You Matter

You is kind, you is smart, you is important

The moment when your friend says something that makes you feel like you really, really matter. That’s the moment you know you’ll make it through the storm.

 

 

Simple Pleasures

 

 Quiet of the Forest,

Sun-dappled Trees,

Rippling  Stream,

Cooling Breeze,

Delicious Food,

Companionable Silence,

My Soul Restored.

 

 

Monsters in the Shadows

A tiny ray of light pierces the darkness and with it a flicker of a thought, an idea, a plan.

As the light grows stronger the monsters in the shadows shift and change. They flit about seeking a darker place to hide. They shrink from the light. They writhe and burn.

The horror in the dark can so easily be ignored when cloaked in darkness, but it is light that brings the beasties into focus. They claw and skitter farther into the shadows. The monsters are not a surprise.  Their presence can be felt long before the light begins to shine.

Under the cover of denial, the monsters become bolder rearing their ugly faces to lash out. Hatred, anger, and rage spew from their mouths. They long to drag everyone down into the darkness with them.

Everyone has a monster or two in their closet. The mistake we make is trying to fight someone else’s monsters when the only beasties we can slay are our own.

And so there is a flicker of a thought, an idea, a plan…