The best gift you can give another soul,
The courage to be themselves,
Without fear of judgement.
And the beauty is,
It costs you nothing.
When something is broken,
Doesn’t quite work,
Don’t throw it away.
The beauty is always still in there.
Help them find it and set it free.
I work in silver and copper. Took me a year of wearing to work out what was missing from my Phoenix (Yes I’m slow sometimes). Her tail. Now she is exactly what she was meant to be. It’s the same with good friendships. You take a basic 2D friendship and you give it time. Slowly it evolves into something incredibly beautiful just by giving each other the courage to be who you are meant to be.
Only tamed briefly by fire.
And even then she’ll grow back stronger.
She is in the wind that blows unstopped across heather,
Knotting your hair,
And filling you with want.
She’ll remind you you’re alive,
Blowing away sadness like the chaff that it is.
Indifferent to you,
She’ll help you find yourself.
She’s my soul.
These hills are beautiful,
Because of the girl who grew up in them.
The memories are faded and tatty,
But the emotion they give,
Still vibrate amongst this dale.
Sad has been blown away,
Leaving heavy happiness.
They are my breathing space.
My freedom to be.
I fall in love with words, with the pictures they paint in my head. And this morning I fell in love with a phrase in a blog post by one of my favourite blog writers.. “Hours fell without us caring.” – S.K. Nicholas (Click on link for full piece.) How often have we sat with someone and felt that? I wanted to use it as a writing prompt, fall into the tiny picture, because I’ve been struggling to write. He very kindly said I could use the phrase as a prompt. So here it is…and go read his original piece, because the guy is good. Really good.
With it’s Charles Bukowski soul,
And slow sliding notes,
Reminded her of alcohol and ink,
And sitting with you,
When hours fell without care.