Some silences… – by Estrella Azul

Incoming flight, no one waiting at the airport

Some silences are louder than words…

Arriving home, feeling out of place

Some silences are louder than words…

Walking next to each other, silently

Some silences are louder than words…

Giving back a ring, tears flooding both pairs of eyes

Some silences are louder than words…

Looking around the room while packing a suitcase

Some silences are louder than words…

A friend helping out, no questions asked

Some silences are louder than words…

Walking out, looking back at a half-empty room

Some silences are louder than words…

Over-thinking everything in each spare second

Some silences are louder than words…

Gazing at a picture, wishing for the phone to ring

Some silences are louder than words…

Wanting things back the way they used to be

Some silences are louder than words…

Saying “I love you” one last time, hearing “I love you” back

Yet… Some silences are louder than words…

 

December 2010

Dear Self, follow your own yellow brick road

A couple of weeks ago, after reading the March Love Letter Requests over and over, I felt at a loss for words. I couldn’t figure out what to write to each person. I nearly gave up on writing anything at all. So I sat down to watch an episode of “Pretty Little Liars.”

About halfway through, I paused it, grabbed a pen and started scribbling. I wrote a letter to the person I could identify with, to Connie. What I wrote will, I hope benefit her, as much as it helped me while I was writing out my thoughts.

I could as well have addressed it to myself. So in a way, I’ve done it, my own personal thought from February was accomplished. I’ve written myself, too, a love letter.

Letter transcript:

“Dear Self,

I know how acutely the sadness of life can be felt. I’ve felt it. I feel it myself. It has the ability to numb one’s mind, to keep one from moving along. It makes one cry themselves to sleep.

But we have to get out from there. Walk out and follow our own yellow brick road leading us to where we should be: in the present. I think that is where Dorothy was heading. From a place of sadness, through the world of her perceptions, imagination and dreams. Into the present.

Where wonderful things can happen if we allow them to unfold. We have to wake up to being right where we are supposed to be.

There truly is no place like home; the home that leaving worries of the past and future provides!

Love,
~K”

Speaking of Love…

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Because it is February 14th today, and because I don’t believe any type of love is meant to be celebrated on only one certain date, come read my short essay about writers’ loves – writing, and taking one whole day to indulge in only that.

It is up over on Friday Flash Dot Org, under “This precious thing…” title. Come read it and let me know what you think!

Ten things I’m thankful for, all year round

(Happy seriously belated Thanksgiving?)

Here is a list of ten things I’m thankful for, all year round:

  1. Hugs; virtual and real-life ones
  2. Handmade greeting cards; well, handmade *anything* really
  3. My online jobs; the jury is still out on the new real-life one
  4. Cuddles from the Chef
  5. My books; and notebooks, and laptop
  6. Smiley people
  7. Love letters
  8. Family; either blood-related or not
  9. the Universe providing
10. Stroopwafles!

 

PS: also thankful for the inspiration for this blog post, j!

Small Kindnesses {Blogsplash}

I have written about small kindnesses before. Like in my blog post “Fifteen minutes and a doodle” from 2011, or in “Orchids and love” from 2009. There are other posts as well about kindness, sprinkled all over my blog.

 

Today, I want to tell you about the time when my at-the-time boyfriend broke my teapot. It was an accident, but it made me seriously upset because I only warned him a few minutes before the teapot was on the floor, shattered to hundreds of pieces. That particular teapot was from my mom, it had a nice, different shape than other ones I’ve had, it was the perfect size for as many cups of tea as I drank per day, and then it was broken. I went to bed angry…

By the time I got home the next day, there was a box waiting for me on the bed. I opened it, in it was a teapot. Similar to my old broken one, about the same size. My boyfriend went from store to store trying to find one that day so I’d be able to make tea in the afternoon. Such a loving, thoughtful and sweet gesture!

That is the teapot I’ve used ever since, and have only put it away this summer when its handle broke…

I’m unsure why this particular memory stood out as I started writing this blog post today, but I’ve long decided not to fight it and just post what feels right at the moment.

And, I want to say “Thank you!” again.

~~~

Another small kindness which warms my heart is receiving lovely gifts from a friend who lives seas, oceans and continents away. They’re displayed on my shelf, one of the first things I see after waking up.

I’ve always wanted chopsticks, and after a visit to China, he sent me a pair. They’re so beautiful! He’s such an amazing friend, I wish for everyone to have someone like him in their life! I love him dearly!

~~~

The most recent small kindness I’ve received was in form of two small chocolates to take and “eat them at work when you can use a sugar rush”. It made me smile. And feel grateful. And fall in love just a little bit more. <3

 

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The Blogsplash is organized by Fiona Robyn to celebrate the release of her novel ‘Small Kindnesses’ which will be free on Kindle all day today. All you have to do is write something about being kind – a memory of someone who was kind to you, a list of kindnesses over the past week, or something kind you did for someone else. It’ll be a celebration of kindness in all its forms, especially those little kind acts that make all the difference.
To find out more visit Fiona’s blog, or join the Facebook event.

Forget measurements. Let it overflow!

I think there is good measure for everything. As is in the kitchen so that your cookies come out exactly right, you have to add the exact amounts of each ingredient, and for that we fill our cabinets and drawers with cups, spoons, pots, scales and many many more such precise measuring instruments.

Why can’t we be fortunate enough to find such measuring instruments for work, love, leisure, dreams, wanders, for passion, sadness, tears and smiles? It would be easier to know exactly when to stop serving and how much silence to sprinkle on top. Or how many tablespoons of sun we need per day and how many milliliters of rain. Perhaps it would lead us to a new recipe for life.

Unfortunately, happiness is measured by pipette and pain goes by kilograms. Walks are taken in inches and work in nautical miles.

But you know something?

The only one for which there is no high enough measure to encompass is love. We can add as much as we’d like, the recipe will always come out amazing if not that much better.

So forget measurements. Let it overflow with love!

Found Love

As I was on the playground with the little girl I babysit (and she kept wanting to do "just this last thing before we go"), I found this love message on a swing set’s pole a week ago.
It brightened my Wednesday.

Hope it brightens yours, too, today <3