Not Everything That Sparkles Is Glitter

Hello my lovelies, I hope you’re all staying warm and cozy on this frosty, wet morning! I know it’s January and all but honestly, I don’t understand why it has to be this cold this far south, this morning I was actually longing for a pair of mittens…MITTENS I tell you. I don’t even think Florida imports mittens…but anyway, since it is so wretchedly cold, I urge you to go and grab a cup of hot cocoa.  I’ll be right here when you get back, and let’s face it: everything is better with chocolate!

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Now as I was saying, it was freaking cold this morning — the kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes you feel like you’re turning into one giant marble statue who will never again know human warmth — but I have to admit Nature did leave me quite a beautiful surprise to make up for making my toes feel as though they would fall off at the slightest touch: a back porch filled with thousands and thousands of twinkling, incandescent diamonds! It was breathtakingly beautiful. Y’all know how much I love anything that sparkles at me! I stood transfixed, staring googly-eyed at the sparkling lights, fully convinced that somehow someone had dumped a truck-full of silver glitter on our plain wooden porch in the middle of the night while we were all sleeping, like some kind and benevolent Glitter Fairy. It wasn’t until my mother snapped me out of my revelry with a warning not to slip on the ice that I realized my newfound sparklies were not the work of some bedazzled Glinda-esque being, but of Mother Nature herself. After a moment of chagrin for pondering the existence of a Glitter Fairy, I shrugged with a loopy smile and went back to gazing reverently. Suddenly the cold wasn’t so bad. It’s very rare we get anything resembling snow or ice here in my home of sunshine and sand (as I mentioned in post Mythic Snow), so seeing such unexpected beauty in a moment of real discomfort was a gift indeed. It made me feel grateful for being awake so early so I could be one of the few people to see the delicate latticework of new ice glisten and glow in the light of a luminous full moon.

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It also made me think of all the times I’ve let my discomfort and general grumpiness blind me to the wonders of the world around me. I’m an extremely moody person, partially because I have an anxiety disorder, and partially because that’s just my personality (or my writer’s personality, as I like to call it lol). I’m snarky and proud of it. And I’ve always thought that being moody made me a better writer because it allowed me to feel the high’s and low’s that my characters experience, but I’ve also noticed that I tend to miss out sometimes on the small happiness’s presented to me because I’m too fixated on what’s bothering me at the moment. This is something about myself that I want to work on this year. With all my wonderful snarkiness and all my moods, I want to try to remember to look for the hidden sparklies in all situations. I don’t guarantee I’ll succeed every time, but as the great and wise Dory says “Just keep swimming!” Admit it, you’re singing the song now aren’t you?

*Just realized I still have no cocoa. Must rectify this. Be right back!*

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Ahh chocolate-y goodness 😀 Chocolate is a sparkly you know.

Well what about you guy’s, any unexpected surprises or resolutions for the new year? Are you a fan of snow and the cold weather? Let me know! Oh and before you go: P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney!

Cavern

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Cavern:

A loving numbness

And bitter, leaching touch,

Seizes air from the lungs

With deft, ice-entombed fingers.

 

The burning cold beckons and lures,

With words of comfort and promises —

Searing lies — loving but treacherous.

 

Intoxicating want, whispers sweetly

In dying ears,

Biting flesh with frozen words

As the quickening heartbeat slowly

Fades…

 

A glimmering cascade of blue diamonds,

Sparkle fiercely in their facets.

Stay, they sing, fooling the senses,

Stay, lie within the walls of eternity.

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