Steam rose as the elegant china cup was placed in front of her, curling upwards in the morning sun streaming through the curtains.
"Will there be anything else, Mum?"
"No, thank you Roberta", she replied, setting down her extravagantly flowered pen. "You have always been very kind to me through the years".
Her journal was open, not yet complete, and she knew her time was short. With effort, she picked up her pen and resumed writing. The tea was already starting to cool.
Someone who says "You have always been very kind to me through the years" always has a story to tell. Who is this woman? Who was she before her hair turned gray and the wrinkles grew deep?
Dark. Cold. But wait, the sun is rising, it shines it's bright light on the whole Earth. It shines all the way to each and every grass blade. Each and every one...
Cliffs to the left. Seas to the right. And our track runs down the middle. Where are you going? Climb the cliff and see for miles. Dive into the sea and be immersed in mystery. Or chose to stay on the track, the safe, predictable, well-planned track.
Steam rose as the elegant china cup was placed in front of her, curling upwards in the morning sun streaming through the curtains.
"Will there be anything else, Mum?"
"No, thank you Roberta", she replied, setting down her extravagantly flowered pen. "You have always been very kind to me through the years".
Her journal was open, not yet complete, and she knew her time was short. With effort, she picked up her pen and resumed writing. The tea was already starting to cool.
Someone who says "You have always been very kind to me through the years" always has a story to tell. Who is this woman? Who was she before her hair turned gray and the wrinkles grew deep?
If only we could read those journal pages!
Dark. Cold. But wait, the sun is rising, it shines it's bright light on the whole Earth. It shines all the way to each and every grass blade. Each and every one...
So personal. I don't know that I've ever thought of the light of the sun in such a way.
Cliffs to the left. Seas to the right. And our track runs down the middle. Where are you going? Climb the cliff and see for miles. Dive into the sea and be immersed in mystery. Or chose to stay on the track, the safe, predictable, well-planned track.
I would climb, definitely climb.
I feel like I can see the picture, and I definitely don't want to choose the track, ha!
The late July wind rattled through the tall grass. It was peaceful. There was no one out on the open sea. The dock stretched out in the water.
I love this exercise!