It happened again.
That beauty thing.
When words and photography
and a passion for life
swept over me.
It's like being able to smell the sweet
smell of sunset.
I can hear our local church bell ringing,
calling the faithful to prayer.
The day has fractured itself open
and out of it has spilled,
beauty.
All over me, covering me in the scent of cinnamon.
I'm remembering the songs
and that one summer night
as we waited on the tube and explored
the mysteries of love.
In that one, balmy September night,
I looked inside you and knew
I would never find my way home from beauty
again
Things I did this week
( in no particular order)
Joined a book club
Ate
really healthy food
Reading
( for the new book club)
The Help
by
Kathryn Stockett
Watched this
It's best watched large. :)
Have a happy, creative, beauty filled Sunday, dears.
Hi Petal!
ReplyDeleteOh! You joined a book club! That's something I'd love to do, if only I had more time... I'm sure it will lead you to discover lots of wonderful books!
I'm just catching up on all of your inspiring posts (yes, inspiring!) I absolutely loved this:
"The raindrops
are writing their names
across the attic window"
How beautifully you write, my darling!
AML
Kess
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* Goes bright red*
ReplyDelete( Thank you, always my darling Kess :)
Anna
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