Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Permanence
The pain is temporary. The ink, forever.”
When my mother died, the music of my life was an étude in staccato. Each moment, each memory detached from one another; repetitive short snippets of a life spent together. A minute felt like forever, an hour an eternity.
A razor like sharpness lived in every memory and cut me to the core of my soul. Even now, 6 years later, the grief can be overpowering. At the most unexpected moments, it manifests as an orchestra of memories playing through my mind and I am consumed with the music that was her and I. Listening to the rhythm, I become engulfed in emotion. A deceptive cadence follows until once again the orchestra plays with all its beauty and force. The music of my memories eventually returns to adagio; restful, at ease and I am at peace once again.
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Over Exposed
“This must stop,” Zara said as she looked at him over the rim of the wine glass. She breathes in, her nose buried, savoring the aroma in the wine glass. The taste on her palate was dark, earthy, with an undertone of oak, and as she exhaled through her ruby lips, a delightful hint of lavender. It must be a French wine, she mused. Zara had to give him this; he knew his wine. Closing her eyes, she let the taste of the red wine engulf her mouth. She had agreed to meet him after much persuasion.Share this:
Peaks and Valleys
I love who I’ve been, but I really love who I am becoming.”
My life has changed in the last three months. Where before I was seldom home because I was traveling for work, I now spend most of my days writing, painting, gardening, cooking. Living up to my own truth. I had an epiphany not so long ago when I took a look in the mirror and didn’t know who I was anymore.
Why? What caused my unhappiness and my unrest? Read More
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