Happiness 8-10
the shimmer of poplar leaves; meeting fingertips in acknowledgment; being told a story.
the shimmer of poplar leaves; meeting fingertips in acknowledgment; being told a story.
an empty shelf, gleaming; buying a new house; the new moon in Leo.
kissing in the hayloft; flying first class; the oldest book in the world.
the sweetness of shade; realizing the truth; meeting a troll under the bridge.
climbing to the pinnacle and looking down; fairy-tales; fragrance of casablanca lilies.
a room with only a vase of flowers in it; standing up for truth; being invited to Paris for a long weekend.
As a writer, you may be hardly aware of the rhythm and sounds that emerge in your writing – but for any good writer it’s instinctual. In this writing practice, make it conscious.
catching the bouquet; mesmerized by the violinist; the feel of silk stockings.
sleeping in the apple orchard; the best feeling in the world; Borobudur.
deciphering the code; the path through the woods at dusk; strength of mind.
the House of Wonders; listening to an inner voice; a goddess floating towards you on a scallop shell.
docking after the storm; the pleasure of a surprise gift; a house designed like a spider’s web.
There’s an island off the coast that
I never went to.
I think there’s a blue grotto there –
we’ve all heard about it –
where wild women, their hips swaying as they work,
sing, and sigh.
Where the guitar-players with manly chins
stubbled and dark,
and strong white teeth
laugh, and stroke
the familiar cat that passes by.
There’s the sound of children playing
in the swell of the waves.
We follow the cobblestone road
under a sky that’s heartbreaking blue
to the yellow house with the peeling paint
on the edge of a beach that’s smooth as a pearl.
But none of this matters.
All I want is to be with you.
The island fades; the city is razed
in my heart
and the huge flowers wilt
like longing that flees
before the day.
flying there on a magic carpet; overcoming fear; healing the sacred island of Moloka’i.
the guitar players on the stoop of the house in Naples; listening to the ocean in a shell; following your longing.
feeding the peacocks on the lawn; a door with intricate carvings; seeing you again.
The Kindle edition of Heaven Falls is flying off the shelves this month! We’re crossed the 400 mark this morning. Is it because of the terrific reader reviews? Word of mouth? Social media buzz? Or because it’s simply a great summer beach read? I’d love to know!
finding the source; a marvelous idea; an old letter hidden in the grandfather clock.
the fragrance of jasmine; getting lost in the castle on your way to dinner; confidence.
burning old letters; what a humming bird means; courage.
cherry blossoms in Gesshoji; a great notion; heading into the wind.
“When you’re constantly trying to fend off the alligators, you have no time to drain the swamp”: How do you find time to write?