It’s amazing to me how much we can learn from those who are innocently honest and good.
A beautiful and touching poem from a very talented writer. Thank you for sharing this one, Callum!
Remember that when it gets dark,
I promise it gets light again.
Remember that behind each peak,
a splendid sun, it waits to rise.
Remember that beneath still lakes,
there is life; so small yet strong.
Remember that you’re not alone;
my heart is here to break your fall.
What an absolutely beautifully written post! Touching, so true and with a touch of Zen, I loved every word.
I don’t often post videos…Okay, I’ve never posted a video. I figure I’m trying to be a writer, videos are not my thing. But there is this one video I saw this week that just moved me to tears because of the lovely connection between the dog and the child. It was just wonderful.
Final note: There’s a God reference in the video. Please understand that’s not something I’m pushing or not pushing. This blog doesn’t step into the realm of Higher Powers/God/Deities and respects whatever beliefs make the reader happy.
It’s absolutely beautiful outside. We’re definitely going to get a White Christmas. I know ice is terrible and winter is cold and we’ll be sick to death of it all in a few weeks…but, for now, I’m in love. Isn’t it stunning?
Oh, yeah, this post goes completely against what I just posted about for good blogging. Self-indulgence at its worst.
Looking back through books, I have to say the ladies I loved the most were the ones I could best relate to. Empowered women, or those who work for a living, those who love their pets were some of my favourites. And I certainly like a heroine who exercises.
Expecting the main lady in a historical to exercise is just simply silly. Back then, not only did women not exercise, they didn’t even study math or science–just in case it turned them into men. I even wonder if men worked out. Certainly not the way we do today, with a focus on fitness. They might have enjoyed riding or walking but not with the sole purpose of developing muscles.
But when I read a contemporary or a paranormal, I hope the lady of the book does more than waltz. I hope she can stand up for herself and not just in a literal way. I don’t want her to be ridiculously built or be a menace to people but if she can hold her own, all the better to like her.
Personally, I exercise when the mood strikes. I love my elliptical and I weight train but I don’t do it every day. Still, I like it enough that when I find a heroine that jogs, or one that lifts weights (I have never, ever read about a woman who lifted weights in a romance story but…here’s hoping), I can relate. In fact, I like her better for taking care of herself.
Strong, healthy women are truly beautiful.