Musings on personal growth, books, motherhood, writing, and more. "Every hour is saved from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer of new things." – Tennyson
I see the clouds wind up to storm
and run to check my windows and doors.
All are closed tightly. Still, I fear.
This is my life without you near.
this is my life with you:
on the lightning’s dazzling cue,
the thunder starts a drum line,
and your heart duets with mine.
I breathe in peace.
I kiss your cheek.
Que sera sera.
Questa è la bella vita.
Tu es mon amour.