I find myself joining Vocal. How very curious! I wonder what will come of it.
I guess some writing may be posted here. I certainly seek to write things, but life is hard and this writer is busy.
Summer is great. My favorite part is hanging washing outside, and it dries. I don’t have a drier, and in winter laundry is hard.
Something of Value
Hope gazed out at the eerie black water. Gentle waves were crashing against the shore. The elders liked to talk about how it was before. How there was nothing left. But nothing was too empty a word for what surrounded her. There were plants, but they were dead. There was land, although much of it was under the water now. There were animals, but they were few. There were people, but they were dying.
4 Good Reasons to Live a Spiritual Life
Do you remember when you learned that you are made up of atoms formed in stars? Did it strike you as significant? Or did you think: 'oh we're made up of atoms formed in stars, so what?'
Don't Be A Duck
I don't recall the first time I heard The Ugly Duckling (1843) by Hans Christian Andersen. Growing up in Denmark, I probably knew it off by heart by the time I could read.
Gutterick The Guardian
“A customer?” Sounded a squeaky voice from somewhere in the dark. “How peculiar – Ah, I remember now! You must be the new apprentice, am I right?”
Painful Memories of Love
When I was little, about 6 years old, I was sitting in the back of my parent’s car, not on the seat with my seat belt on, but curled up on the floor. My dad was always very strict with safety. If we didn’t sit nicely in the car, he would stop the car, force our seat belts on and talk sense to my brother and me for as long as necessary before getting back in the driver’s seat.
Music is probably the most popular kind of art. Practically everyone listens to music, whereas other forms of art, such as literature and visual arts, are somewhat more niche. Even people who engage with visual arts or narratives admit to not always understanding it.
The wind scratched his face as he made his way from the parking lot to the Quays. Whoever thought it a good idea to build a shopping complex on the seafront forgot to think about the bitter winter winds on a cold January evening.