“If I could sit across the porch from God, I’d thank him for lending me, you.” I first read a quote very similar if not the same as the one above on a greeting card in my twenties. I bought it and gave it to my then long time boyfriend. He was truly my first …
Creative Writing
This category allows me to share my more creative side with our readers. All writing is based on fiction.
We need to be kinder to ourselves ( featuring Debbie Jones @gloria_smud )
Debbie Jones shared a lovely poem about being kinder to ourselves. I was immediately drawn to it and felt that the message was a universal one that everyone could benefit from hearing. After Debbie shared an updated reprint a few weeks ago in honour of World Suicide Prevention Day, I felt compelled to share it …
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The worst (best) day?
Chanie Gorkin wrote a humourous yet illuminating poem about “the absolute worst day ever.” Perhaps you’re already familiar with it. I’ve had this copy in my files for a while, ready to share, and now seemed as good as any. I think it’s a fun reminder about how we perceive our lives. I hope you …
Just. (A Photography And Video Post.)
“Just look at me with love and I’m invincible.” – ©2018 Amanda Ricks ‘Just’ a simple words and video post.
Vulnerability.
“When your heart feels heavy like a ball of lead, and the walls start to build themselves up around you once more. You can’t help but think of how this even came to be. The one you love didn’t love you back; you’re vulnerable once again. You promised yourself it would never happen again. And …
A Night Out.
“Distantly the city hummed, while coloured lights streaked glimmers down the street. The stale breeze whispered her hair, she smiled, while her beloveds laughed joyfully behind her. Yes, this is what life is supposed to be. Free. No more endless days locked in a nightmare, like only a few days and a lifetime ago.” ©2018 …
Trepidation.
“Evening slithered it’s way across the sky, bringing darkness and trepidation. As the light lowered, the monsters stirred, emerging from the corners, and making the old house creak with their presence. She sat quietly on the couch, cross-legged, surrounded by candles. And while gently stroking her cat she mentally prepared for another night of battle.” …
This Is Your Place. – Quote.
“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile, the world goes on. …
Rain’s Wonderful Loneliness.
A creative free writing about the wonderful stillness, loneliness and rebirth of rain. By Amanda Ricks