breaking and mending are the journey
She stood over the stove with her wooden spoon carefully stirring the contents of her pot as the flames slowly heated them to the hard ball stage. She couldn’t believe that all she really required was sugar and water, a dollop of flavored oil, and some color yet she knew she had read the recipe correctly...
The tittering of little bells Is what she longed to hear That signaled that the longed for hope Would soon be drawing near “Ting-ting” the silver bells sang A song about her beau Where her heart was safe Where her heart did glow...
Take 26 minutes to write 260 words about Christmas and New Year for 26 days.
He crafted each note with a mindfulness to exactly what she'd think of each phrase, hoping she'd blush her delight. ⁂ This week’s Twenty Word Tuesday writing prompt.
It was his qi That ebbed and flowed Between the dark open water's Endless cold And the glistening sunshine Tickling the liminal space Where she walked in the swash In endless grace In one the wide expanse Of all that has been In the other the hopes For all that he dreams At times he... Continue Reading →
Coyness... Who played best? Him? Her? ⁂ I am learning that I sometimes don’t need many words to still say so much. Here is the original Saturday Six Word Story Prompt for this week.
Conversation with her was satisfying dinner. ⁂ I am learning that I sometimes don’t need many words to still say so much. Here is the original Saturday Six Word Story Prompt for this week.
There's something spectacular about love born from close friendship and the way it could support and sustain through challenging times. ⁂ This week’s Twenty Word Tuesday writing prompt.
Something about her made stars dance. ⁂ I am learning that I sometimes don’t need many words to still say so much. Here is the original Saturday Six Word Story Prompt for this week.
they fit together perfectly nestled like apair of two teaspoons Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
the kintsukuroi life 