I am reading

Every time I begin this series, and yes I have read it multiple times lol, I veer desperately between not wanting to go through all the heartache and reminding myself that it’s just a book….it’s just a book…

But it has never felt like just a book to me. The rich complexity and layers in each character is so visceral! They grow before your very eyes. And the consistency! There is not a single false note in any of them. And to carry that through 7 books! What an achievement!

But perhaps what I like best about the books, other than the story telling of course, is the universal truth in all the characters. The truth that we all carry the seeds of good and evil in us (with the exception, perhaps, of Hermione. She is as close to goodness as we can hope to get :D). It is left up to us to pick the right side.

#augustbreak: day 6: i am reading

{Susannah Conway started augustbreak a few years ago on instagram. She provides prompts for photos for each day of the month. This is my second year of participation. It is a lot of fun!}

Midday

’tis midday under the burning sun
labours for the day not yet done;
but the hour of leisure’s fast approaching
Hark! the weekend’s come a-knocking.

lol…I had so much fun writing that! It is so good for one’s soul to just let go and be silly sometimes. And to share that silliness and the giggles.

Hope you all have a lovely and giggle-filled weekend, folks!

#augustbreak: day 5: midday

{Susannah Conway started augustbreak a few years ago on instagram. She provides prompts for photos for each day of the month. This is my second year of participation. It is a lot of fun!}

Sweetness

morning light
days end
brush of peach across the horizon;
moon light
breaking dawn
brush of dew across the land;
hushed whispers
mingling words
brush of his hand across my shoulders;
days begin
dreams end
brush of sweetness between them.

#augustbreak: day 4: sweetness

{Susannah Conway started augustbreak a few years ago on instagram. She provides prompts for photos for each day of the month. This is my second year of participation. It is a lot of fun!}

Handwriting

The sensuousness of writing. The way the pen flows as though one with your thoughts, pouring word after word onto the page, pitch black or bright blue: curls and curls of them. Observant, thoughtful, solitary. Sometimes cheeky, sometimes laced with wisdom, often times circular, but always intimate.

For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed writing. Be it my own words, or someone else’s. Noting them down on paper has always given me a thrill. Still does. Maybe it’s the inherent solitude in this pursuit that appeals, or maybe the permission to day dream for a bit while the dishes are piled up in the sink. 5 more minutes. 10 more? Hoping it never ends even as I put away the pen, and the notebook; even as I stir the pot and dream of holding the pen again. Tomorrow. Oh yes, tomorrow.

#augustbreak: day 3: handwriting

{Susannah Conway started augustbreak a few years ago on instagram. She provides prompts for photos for each day of the month. This is my second year of participation. It is a lot of fun!}

Leaf

Do the moths see the ‘green’,
do the butterflies?
And what about the deer that nibbles
on the greenest of fronds with
the rapture of a true gourmand?
Or is it just us that like to put a name to things
so we may pray to its God,
in awe, but mostly
in ecstasy.

#augustbreak: day 2: leaf

{Susannah Conway started augustbreak a few years ago on instagram. She provides prompts for photos for each day of the month. This is my second year of participation. It is a lot of fun!}

Morning Light

Easing into this gently. I am a bit rusty from being absent a long time. A long time.

August already. Half the year gone and I didn’t even blink twice, or so it feels anyway. I am sure for you, too.

August, as a way of easing into this gently, I am going to use Susannah Conway’s #augustbreak prompts to gather my thoughts, to write, to share, to get back into this happily disproportionate love I have for words.

#augustbreakday1, the prompt today was: morning light.

But it has been raining all day and the light has been hard to come by. However, the day has not been short of beauty. The rain has deepened everything. Dark bark, darkened leaves. Everything feels alive, intimate. The roses look wilder with the droplets of rain on their skin, conversely remote, and sacred. And who can ignore that soft whistling of the rain as it falls to the earth quenching her eternal thirst.

{Susannah Conway started augustbreak a few years ago on instagram. She provides prompts for photos for each day of the month. This is my second year of participation. It is a lot of fun!}

Joy

On a rambling walk, we climbed a hill and came across this view. Mountains as far as the eye could see. And the mellow-est, the sweetest of breezes.

Amidst all of life’s toils and unanswerable questions, there is this!

Joy! Joy! Joy!

Rising

As pretty as this may be, my heart was taken by a host of black birds, a hundred to a tree, undulating. One heart, one thought. And when they pushed towards the sky, it was as though the whole world rose along with them, upon their wings.

As above, so below.

All around me, it was thus. Cold silence hung over everything. And though cold, it felt comfortable, familiar. I could have stood there, absorbing that profound stillness of a winter’s sleep until I, too, became rooted and a part of this everlasting landscape.