Trying out Verbum 8: Silver. Oh, my. 😮 Winter Term begins tomorrow!
Bought a cookbook today, one of those Company’s Coming selections I’d pore over in Zellers. I’m excited. I can mess around with recipes and alter them. Holding my ground that vanilla yoghurt makes a delicious pasta sauce base, depending on the dish!
Short improvised piano play. No particular goal in mind — the title came later.
Practising for my second performance criticism.
“Why live?” Said the tree, “For a flower to grow in these leaves.”
And sometimes, the wrong isn’t the convenient, up for blame.
Said Snow to Ice, “Reputation precedes me.” And Ice replied for Snow, “I will be your coldness, that no one else may see. Come dry these eyes, leave the world to me.”
For fun, here’s some silly ideas for what Mayli wasn’t privy to in 12 years. A throwback to older Dremael stories from my childhood, quite different to the anthology version within early adolescence. Amatialle and Thetadaison weren’t the dyad she imagined!
The trained fighter’s most honoured opponent is another trained fighter. The trained fighter’s most honourable opponent is the untrained seeker.
My pen halts, my fear overcomes. And here we have the mystic’s song.
Why must you spend your aching nights, contemplating this caged bird, chirping gaily? You say, “He sings to be freed.” She replied, as she murmurs beyond your sight, “He sings to remind me. I, too, will be home.”
Slowly working on posts & changing things up. Returned from Toronto’s Kamelot concert and not harmed in yesterday’s van crisis. — Karina
The memories will sustain you as the starlight reminds people of the day until the Sun returns.
An olive leaf meant dry land, the rainbow meant radical hope. “You got your life. Maybe they want you to live.” After the Flood, the grand performance heralded the new morn.