Archives de mot-clé : happiness

If you can hear a piano fall

I didn’t turn a light on and I certainly didn’t play any music. I sat there in the beautiful silence, the wind gently humming through the window seams, the darkness just completing itself outside. I poured myself a glass of wine. … Lire la suite

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My leg and my face; a short history of positivity.

Two weeks and one day ago I was skipping happily down the hall like a blissful school girl. Just because. And I tore my calf muscle. Twelve days later, due to my awkward limp, I trip and fall, scoring myself … Lire la suite

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Self-Talk of a Potential Line Jumper

Of course, it doesn’t begin the way you choose. You’re born into some city, into some family, into some genetic pre-disposition. You accept the language, the lessons, the routines of your surroundings. You don’t accept it. It just is. It’s … Lire la suite

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Unfinished Business

I am sat at the bar at the Ambos Mundos hotel in Havana, Cuba. It is Christmas Day. I should be fighting for a seat. I should be paying through the nose for these mojitos. Instead I sit here alone, … Lire la suite

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Hotel Oasis, 1956

Ironically, it wasn’t the ice storm itself that delayed my flight to Varadero, Cuba this morning but the resultant partial power outage that affected the conveyor belt that carries our luggage to the airplane. So they could fly the airplane … Lire la suite

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Cock a doodle DO…

It’s a grey and windy Sunday morning with a light and intermittent spitting of tiny, warm raindrops. Sometimes a morning such as this brings with it a sort of sad melancholy. But not today. Today it brings calm and peace … Lire la suite

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Read This: You and I

You and I. This is the simple title of the antique book of poems I purchased in Paris when I was there during my last visit for two weeks in the winter of two thousand twelve / thirteen. Toi et … Lire la suite

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