Sunday, 10 February 2013

At seven, the Church bells will ring again






Words are my life.

When I read them something inside me happens.

Don't ask me to explain.

If I could, I'd say it was like the first time I heard Maria Callas sing.

My heart moved.

And still does.

When I read,

or see words ~

doesn't matter where,

or when...

they move me.

Thus,

the title of todays post.

There they were, in the middle of a sentence of a book I'm reading.

That has broken my heart into a million tiny,

quivering pieces.

In this week of love, let's learn to love with new eyes.

Listen.

Love the little things

( for me it's the crooked way he sleeps, the kiss every night when he gets home from work. )


Happy February dears




Photo taken in a fantastic little cafe in Dublin we found.. Loved the bread and the words






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2 comments:

  1. Kathryn19 February 2013 at 17:22

    Ooh! I've heard of that book. It sounds like a great read! Like you, words are such an important part of my life, and yours continue to mean the world to me :)

    xxx

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  2. Anna22 February 2013 at 21:46

    Darling Kit!
    How I've missed you here!
    Sweetie, you know you mean the world to me too!
    I'm so glad you are back :) xxxx

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