Old friends
Old friends are like…
your favorite socks.
sweatshirt (warm, fuzzy, and real) hugs.
the smell of fresh laundry out of a dryer.
your favorite song from high school on the radio.
a bowl of soup when it’s raining outside.
kisses from a puppy.
Monday’s child
Here’s a fun rhyme I just re-discovered, thanks to Wikipedia. Thought I’d share.
What child are you?
Guess which one I am.
Blurb in 50
He towered over me, mouth quirking in a grin. ”I’ve never met a girl who just likes to be touched*.”
I stood, smiling, and held out my hand. ”Nice to meet you.”
His hand curled warmly around mine, sparks shooting up my elbow as his eyes crinkled with shared laughter and promises.
*(”love language.” as opposed to “buying stuff,” etc.)
Meaning
Before you judge this blog for being named after a quotation from a movie such as The Mummy, pause a moment.
When you were younger, did you ever believe in fairy tales? Did you ever look behind you because you felt certain that the next step forward would send you into a future as dizzying and uncertain as those of the whirlwind adventures from books?
When we were younger, life seemed to be made of fairy tales and hokum. Once we’ve grown up, it seems that we have forgotten Meaning. Work is not the center of our universe. Life is about the little moments that cause our pulses to pound, palms to sweat, and imaginations to race.
This blog will be a collection of vignettes, both fictional and non, about life, Meaning, fairy tales and hokum.
(And hopefully it won’t be too pretentious. I tend to be slightly schizophrenic in my writing styles, and apparently tonight’s came out a little poncy.)
