Nora Lunna
Bio
Caseworker by day, amateur writer by night! I write about life, love, the weather, you name it! Even the small cocoon has a story to tell.
Stories (5/0)
Dear Self
Hello Hello! Welcome to Tales of the Gray, the podcast for individuals adventurous of spirit and young at heart, regardless if this is your second, third or fourth act! My name is Nora Lunna and for the next 25 minutes, let’s forget about every day and have fun! Life is too short to worry about the little things. Have fun, fall in love, eat that cake, climb the mountain, ride your bike, regret nothing, and don’t let people bring you down.
By Nora Lunna3 years ago in Humans
Worthy
It is said music can heal a broken heart, restore a fragmented soul and regenerate the body. Me, being the skeptic gal, did not want to give credit to the mumbo jumbo of “music is universal” and “music helps to reduce heart rate, lower blood pressure and cortisol in the body”. If that was true, how come when I listen to Metallica, I just want to be in the middle of a boxing ring beating the hell out of something? No, sir. No ma’am. Music has a purpose and that is to entertain the masses or be a temporary band-aid for unwanted feelings. The universe, knowing how shallow I can be for my limited beliefs on occasion, decides to throw a curveball and show me, once and for all, the power in music when it comes to my self-esteem.
By Nora Lunna3 years ago in Beat
Welcome to Lizzieland
Today I got a visit from my friend Lizzie. I have no idea when exactly Lizzie came into my life. What I do know is that she has been a constant in my everyday rustics for quite some time. Lizzie is the kind of friend that is smart and obnoxious at the same time. For instance, I have a plan to go to the supermarket to buy bread, but something happens along the way that prevents me to go at the appointed time. Then lunchtime comes, I don’t have bread. Normally, I would not care, but my friend Lizzie sees that and there she goes. “I told you to get organized, didn’t I? How many times have we gone through this? And now there is no bread, so you can’t make the sandwich, and there is nothing else in the fridge andItoldyoubreadwasneededbutyoudidnotlistenandlookatyouknow….”
By Nora Lunna3 years ago in Psyche
The Harbor of My Journeying Soul
When I was young, my father used to work at the local beach making sure the campgrounds were in top conditions for the tourists. On one of those occasions, my father found a book on the sand, forgotten by its owner. The book was called Tigana, by Guy Gavriel Kay.
By Nora Lunna3 years ago in Wander
