Autumn is in the air. I’m thinking of the season of the harvest. Colourful leaves. Scarecrows. Pumpkin patches ripe for the picking. Crops being reaped.
The sweet, sweet colours of fall foliage surrounding me. To me, this piece defines Autumn. Such gorgeous colours, it as though I can feel the crisp air on my face as I gaze at this divine piece of art. A blend of unique colouring and in my opinion, a Goddess of Samhain has come to life!
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We all read for different reasons; some for mandatory studies, some for research and some for the simple love of reading. The vast array of reasons for reading made me ponder, and ta-dah, sparked another prompt:
What do book means to you?
Books have been my life preserver
Words on a page a reliable constant
In a world where things
Change dramatically and forever
Time Will Stop
The true nature of my loss was revealed.
Understanding flooded in.
Everything before had been a fantasy.
A routine and frenetic mimicry of sorrow.
Never really grasping it.
Never really letting the truth take hold.
At dawn I began to cry.
This semi-darkness marked the sprouting of the seeds of grief.
Without the fantasy of your continued existence.
Time will stop.
My life as I knew it.
Will meet its end.
One of the most inspiring acts we can do for one another is to pursue our dreams. Be unstoppable. Be a force of nature. Let nothing come between you and accomplishing the dream of making your goal a reality.
There is nothing unique to my sufferings.
Every family has lost someone.
Every person has suffered a broken heart.
Life is supposed to move on.
But it hasn’t for me.
The bitter winter slipped into Summer greenery.
Which changed into the copper and gold of Autumn.
Time has stretched and shrank.
It does not stay fixed when I most needed it too.
The world has changed.
And still I become less able to accept your death.
Less willing to believe you’re gone.
I navigated through all the appropriate emotions.
Yet grief still holds me firmly in its grasp.
I am unable to do anything about it.
Face to face with the most ruthless persistent villain of all
I now believe
It is possible
From a broken heart