'A Small Theory.

People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.  A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours.  Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues.  Murky darknesses.  In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.'

Extract from:- 'The Book Thief'   by  Markus Zusak

My Mum knew best

'The terrible things that happen to us in this life never make any sense when we're in the middle of them, floundering, no end in sight.  There is no rope to hang on to, it seems.  Mothers can soothe children during those times, through their reassurance.  No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the worlds seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy.  You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever.  There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you'd had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting; and who encouraged you to grow a good heart.  When that layer goes, whatever is left of your childhood goes with her.  Memories are very different and cannot soothe you the same way her touch did.'

My lovely Mum died four years ago today. the quote above I read only this morning.  It's from a lovely book called,
'Big Stone Gap' by Adriana Trigiani

All down to you

Down to You

Swiftly a smile speaks to those

Who would secretly star in yesterday's skies,

"I live foolishly

To liquidise your laugh,

I seep rythmless from morning to night

Haunting lip and melting eye,

I breathe away old ghosts

And embrace the dance of day.

Once more born a'blush

I change your life.. perhaps.

But listen, trust me though,

The magic is always down to you."

Some time

Me Time

Secrete your why's like substance.

Then

Let those gilded thoughts

Form a solution.

Ideas and observations languish

Only after you wryly question their use.

Enervate character and individuality!

The self-mind munificently understands,

But making more me-time you will find

Is always ameliorating.

You

Angel

You found my sweet soul in the dark morning music

And whispered to me

When the soft wind tasted of champagne days.

Willingly you presented me with bouquets of blue evenings

And smiled me an ocean of dreams,

So -

Listen Angel of mine,

The aching sky and I truly know

You can feel my heart

Dancing and

Living.