January 24, 2011
there was a line in a blog tonight from someone i love...of course i love most of my reading list. "Huge lightening bolts of silence." isn't that the most beautiful of lines? it resonates in my soul and i hear it echoing through my senses. i wish i had written it (she writes beautifully)
i love the little bucket that sits on my desk these days. sometimes i fill it with something i love that week and sometimes it's empty. i love the morning light on it especially when it turns blue and soft.
after the hoopla of last friday the weekend was quiet, unassuming and sweet. dinners with brothers, visits with sisters, driving in the country and golden afternoon light. though i look at cobalt blue skies and bare branches, i see the very beginnings of what will become spring. the world has its cycles and i welcome them. i live - i breathe - i am. acceptance.
the slippers on my feet are new tonight - they're ugly and truly the very ideal of carnation pink (never my favorite crayon) but they were cheap and warm and feel snuggly. my feet are protected from the hard wooden floors. i can't turn my nose up at that.
sleep calls me...or is it the end of the fun but trashy novel that sits on my bed. i shuffle off to bed on the cotton sheets in my pink slippers. today, life is good and the thunderbolts still echo in my head.
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The whole tone of this post is like hearing an old familiar lullaby...soft and sweet, full of coos and sighs. I feel so relaxed, I better tottle off to bed too. Too bad a trashy novel doesn't wait on my bedside. Life would be perfect.ReplyDelete
great post, char. one of my faves of yours. lovely.ReplyDelete
lightening bolts of silence.
Excellent quote. And I have to tell you that there is something amazingly comforting in the fact that you have a trashy novel by your bedside. I love that. xoxoReplyDelete
Oh ugly warm pink slippers are nothing to turn your nose up to. Enjoy the trashy book and thunderbolts of silence :)ReplyDelete
so . very . nice .. sweet dreams my friendReplyDelete
Lovely, Char. Just lovely. So glad I was able to stop by tonight. Just reading your words made me feel good all over.ReplyDelete
"Lightning bolts of silence" is a nice one for the bucket (or pot). I'm glad things are better.ReplyDelete
Char you sound so peaceful, love your weekend visits with family. It is a great quote for sure.ReplyDelete
Have a fab day.
hope you're having a wonderful week so far :)ReplyDelete
You have very nice photos and words on your blog. I specially like this photo. I'll be following you!ReplyDelete
And don't you just love finding those gems--a word, a phrase that resonates to your very soul? Sigh.
Of course, a fun, but trash novel is good too ... :)
beautiful Char. i love when i find little bits to think about like this. it is a beautiful line... and i love me a fun, trashy novel, too. :)ReplyDelete
Aren't those the best days, when life is simply pink slippers, a fun book, calm and rest? Very good, indeed :)ReplyDelete
i love your simplicity with this post....ReplyDelete
Such a beautiful post and I love that little bucket.ReplyDelete
Char, you write so beautifully. Thank you for drawing me in and painting a picture with your words.ReplyDelete
beautiful post. i love your way of writing. and i do love that little bucket.ReplyDelete
Are you kidding me Char- you write so beautifully! I'm always inspired by your writings when I come here. It was a fabulous quote and I understand why it struck a cord in you..ReplyDelete
I can almost see those pink slippers...but like you said, a girl must have slippers on wood flooring...
Have a great evening!
Hugs from Norway :-)
what a beautiful post! life, for the most part, seems to be good for you. :)ReplyDelete
p.s. i tend to get my slippers at rite-aid. they are not so pretty, but the price is right! lol
I don't know why, but I always like buckets, too. Ahhh, the time to read a trashy novel ;). Now to follow your link!ReplyDelete
I love your sweet bucket...I would have it filled with candy all the time:) And I do love trashy fun novels:) And carnation pink was never my favorite shades of pink either.ReplyDelete
Life is good....love that...
Oh my goodness, she is a wonderful writer! And so are you. Seriously, you have such a beautiful, lyrical poetry to many of your posts.ReplyDelete
Thanks for sharing your sweet little bucket. May it be filled with dreams. :)
oh char i am with you tonight. wearing big itchy woolen socks because the floors are cold, looking forward to sleep, a new book and maybe even a dose of top chef before my head hits the pillow.ReplyDelete
I wish spring would sprung already.... and I wish I had a beautiful way with words like that.... sigh.. :0)ReplyDelete
Love your writing in this post Char, and the little detail like this bucket makes such an impression. Sounds like you had a good sleep! I know I did, deep and immediate, the best kind!ReplyDelete
xo Mary Jo
Loving those pink slippers even though I have not seen them...warm feet...oh yeah = happiness!
i love those buckets but i can never seem to find one like that hereReplyDelete
you have a poet's heart....ReplyDelete
thank you for the link...ReplyDelete
and your world enriches mine.
and that bucket , how marvelous.
its lovely picture..simple. I love your way of writingReplyDelete
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I love that you have a little bucket that you put your favourite things into. What an inspiring idea.ReplyDelete
And yes...that is a most magical line. Absolutely.