We create it only in dribs and drabs. More’s the pity. But we remain ever optimistic, right? We try, anyway. One week to go. Hang on to your hat, my friend.
I will never be able to forgive or love Trump…. Your second story reminds me that all we are and all we do are the result of all of our experiences in life. Whether we remember them or not. Well done.
I love these words of wisdom, Sharron! So beautifully written! If we would only treat others with compassion, rather than suspicion and judgement, how much better would this country (and world) be?
Thank you, Matt, for your kind comment. Welcome to 🌿Leaves. I hope you will come back to visit me again. You have a million choices out there, I know, so I am honored you would choose mine. I will look for your fragments....
"our fiction always reveals our own fragile selves" -- How true! I guess same can be said of artists' paintings, composers' symphonies, etc. Art lets (forces?) the artist reveal his or her self, even if that's not the artist's conscious intent.
Both of these are beautiful expressions of fundamental truths. Loving the unlovable is the true test of unconditional love. Yes, our writing reveals our souls. From one fallen angel to another.
Oh, I read these last week but hadn't hit that lovely red heart or commented! Fabulous words as always, dear friend. Your second story has in particular struck a chord with me.
Ooooh, I don’t really have a timetable as such - at least not a conscious one. Perhaps I AM a Monday reader. This evening (Friday) I’m treating myself to catching up with my notifications, and am hoping to spend some of this weekend reading posts and commenting. Oh, and writing! There aren’t enough hours in the day for everything - it’s such a pity!
Wise words Sharron. This world needs more compassion and unconditional love. - Jim
We create it only in dribs and drabs. More’s the pity. But we remain ever optimistic, right? We try, anyway. One week to go. Hang on to your hat, my friend.
Words reach ears that hear cries for a time they remember.
Words relive moments left behind in different characters that still remain the same.
Yes. Thanks, Richard
I will never be able to forgive or love Trump…. Your second story reminds me that all we are and all we do are the result of all of our experiences in life. Whether we remember them or not. Well done.
Well, yes. And then there is Trump. A separate category. I have so much to say, but won't.
I love these words of wisdom, Sharron! So beautifully written! If we would only treat others with compassion, rather than suspicion and judgement, how much better would this country (and world) be?
Thank you, Sharon. It is odd how more people do not understand this simple truth…
Beautiful, Sharron. Thank you. We are always living on the edge of falling. Our stories save us sometimes to examine our own fictions.
Our own fictions. Yes, that , too. I remember a lot of things that never even happened. Don’t you?
Make it up all the time.
Such genius in your so short stories. We are rickety angels full of compassion and chaos and unmentionable 'stuff'--delineated in words.
What the wonderful heck!
Thanks so much, Jill. Rickety angels... yes.
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“…the gathered truths of who we’ve been…” is a lovely turn of phrase. Beautifully written. And found your writing via @feastsandfables.
Thank you, Matt, for your kind comment. Welcome to 🌿Leaves. I hope you will come back to visit me again. You have a million choices out there, I know, so I am honored you would choose mine. I will look for your fragments....
These are wonderful and beautiful, Sharron. Thank you for sharing these and I'm so pleased my snippets offered inspiration here.
Thanks for your generosity, Nathan. I hope you will write something with those beautiful lines.
"our fiction always reveals our own fragile selves" -- How true! I guess same can be said of artists' paintings, composers' symphonies, etc. Art lets (forces?) the artist reveal his or her self, even if that's not the artist's conscious intent.
Right you are. Thank you, Jim.
Yes< I think we are - lost angels at time. Wade Terry makes a good point though - at least in my view.
Thank you, Janice. Happy Friday to you. Hope you have fun plans.
Both of these are beautiful expressions of fundamental truths. Loving the unlovable is the true test of unconditional love. Yes, our writing reveals our souls. From one fallen angel to another.
We know who we are... ( what we've been, what we can be...) Human, after all.
Oh, I read these last week but hadn't hit that lovely red heart or commented! Fabulous words as always, dear friend. Your second story has in particular struck a chord with me.
Thank you, Rebecca. I see that Monday is “catch-up” day for your Substack reading. Mine too. I fall so far behind…
Ooooh, I don’t really have a timetable as such - at least not a conscious one. Perhaps I AM a Monday reader. This evening (Friday) I’m treating myself to catching up with my notifications, and am hoping to spend some of this weekend reading posts and commenting. Oh, and writing! There aren’t enough hours in the day for everything - it’s such a pity!