There has been a few mornings lately where up before the rest of my house. There is something to be said for those quiet mornings where I am nestled in the soft glow of a table lamp. The smell of coffee pillows into my face as I take small sips of that hot brew. My… Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share
Soft voices sing to a faded angel. She is too tied to comprehend the words. With a sad smile painted on her aging face she quietly sits and watches her girls as they dance in life’s circles. By Shari Marshall – 2019
You have sat down to write after re-arranging your schedule to make time for it. Your pencil is posed over the paper, or maybe your fingers are posed over the keyboard but nothing comes. No ideas are rolling through your mind only silence and awareness of time ticking by. You strain your thoughts: nothing. With… Continue reading Finding it in the Quiet
A rare gem, those mornings where you rise before the rest of the house. The moon is casting a pale light over the sleeping neighbourhood. You sit on the sofa beside the open curtain with just a soft light dusting the words on the page in front of you. The rich scent of coffee lingers… Continue reading A Quiet Start
Google defines quiet as follows: (February 25, 2017) adjective: 1. making little or no noise 2. carried out discreetly, secretly or in moderation noun: absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm verb: make or become silent, calm, or still Not one part of that definition applies to my house unless, of course, we aren’t in… Continue reading A – Z Blogging Challenge, Raising Boys: The Penis Chronicles presents the Letter Q for Quiet? Not in my house!