She Hogs The Bed

Coming to a Close

Herself speaks.

I am nearing the end of The Project.  It has been a tremendous endeavor, requiring more than a few late nights of toil, perhaps even with the occasional tear shed; at the same time, it has been both a learning process and a creative work, and has been very enjoyable for those aspects.  I am sad about this ending. And I am not sure what I will do with myself afterward -- except perhaps go to bed early for several nights in a row.

I stepped out of my comfort zone and found something that I truly enjoyed doing. I did the very best I could. Hopefully, it was enough.

I hope I will be able to do The Project again sometime in the future. We shall see.

This is a part of The Project. 

I shall keep this part for the next Project.

Tomorrow

I found these lovely words today. They capture perfectly the conflicting desires of the writer. Sometimes, the words are not satisfied until they are out in the open. Other times, the words must wait while the thoughts grow in silence. It's an eternal push-pull; a driving force for creativity. And for it, we are grateful. 

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Tomorrow I shall write something beautiful, something so serene
that storms will rise suddenly and protest with ferocious screams.
I shall write poems for the poets and for the songster a single song
That will tell a tale of such beauty the heart of earth shall moan.

But today, today shall be special for all I will do
is sit quietly alone and think of you and think of you. 

― Tonny K. Brown

Picture copyright 2014, 2016, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.

Bleeding Love

Today's earworm: Leona Lewis, Bleeding Love.  I've chosen the US version of the video, because the UK version is far too sad. This version leaves room for hope. Love wounds, and heals. We all bleed love at one time or another. Love is, after all, what makes the world go 'round.

We hope you enjoy.

Assistant

One or the other of the small dogs (or both) is always happy to occupy the lap during work time at home. 

Wanderers

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.

- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Picture copyright 2014, 2016, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.

Tides

The feelings we live through
in love and in loneliness
are simply, for us,
what high tide
and low tide are to the sea.

 -- Kahlil Gibran

Picture copyright 2014, 2016, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.