Blogging · poetry · Prose · stories

Wild & Windy…

  I felt like being blown away with her ways, wild and windy, She blew into my life, taking me by storm, never allowing me to catch my breath, once A Tempest, she was waiting out her storm was never an option, I possessed Being blown away in her maelstrom swept me off my feet,…… Continue reading Wild & Windy…

Blogging · Dreams · poetry · Prose · Thoughts

Like a book…

  I spent a lifetime, writing my story day by day, night by night, Taking chances, making mistakes guessing my way, hoping to find someone who would want to read it.   Little did I know, watching you catching up on my adventures, and my debacles…   I would want to offer you a leading role…… Continue reading Like a book…

Blogging · poetry · Prose · short · Thoughts

Never…

  Never wanting to know exactly how you felt never wanting to ask, if the feelings, we shared were real, never having the courage to look directly into your eyes never wanting anything else but you, never asking for anything more than what love could give us, never wanting to share my days and nights…… Continue reading Never…

After Eight Moment · Blogging · Montreal · Québec

After Eight Moments…

Olympic Village – where athletes lived during 76’s Olympic Games (yes, in Montréal 😉 ) Olympic Stadium – Montréal Not my best shots ever… But they were taken from the car while driving around town (No… I wasn’t driving, but we were in movement… lol) If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…

Blogging · Freja · funny · Me myself and I

Look Mum! Thatz my new hawz!

Yeah, I know, furball.. Where do you think it comes from?! Not long ago, our (well, miss Freja’s) cat tree broke. I was not totally surprised. After having been Cissy and Freja’s playground for more than 6 years, it had endured more than its share of clawing, jumping around and much much napping time. Since…… Continue reading Look Mum! Thatz my new hawz!

Blogging · Daily Prompt · Fiction · One word Prompt · stories

The letter…

via Daily post prompt – Buff   She put a log in the fire, and returned silently to the kitchen. The kettle was about to whistle, and she took it off the stove, just in time. She wasn’t thirsty, per say, but making tea was a ritual that calmed her, and she needed just that. To…… Continue reading The letter…