Good Morning and welcome to Coffee Chat!!


Above is an image from a real live coffee chat I enjoyed with my two girl friends to celebrate my birthday.  A good time - not to mention a delicious lemon poppy-seed loaf was enjoyed by all.

I am glad I thought to snap a photo, much to the disapproving frown of the elderly lady across the cafe, so that I could return to using my own photos for the chat post.  Something I have missed of late and feel truly slacking.    So see there Judging Older Person with your Judgy Eyes - I was living up to a goal I had set for myself which is entirely responsible and good!

I digress.

It was a long weekend here in Canada, thus it was cold and rainy the entire weekend.  After having weather in the 30s all week.
Because of course.
So no new photos to show you how we lounged around the house and watched movies and played Xbox.  (Well, mama wrote while others did -- but I was there!)
I'm sure you're disappointed greatly.   😏

Anyway, I am getting back into the swing of blogging again, although I will probably be absent this week because I will be sorting through that 200 plus blogroll of all your April posts.  And high on caffeine.

So if my comments are a little cray cray, forgive me.

Since I cannot think of a half decent segue today, let's just get to the chat topic.


Time out for Mom



Tuesday, May 23, 2017

What song reflects your mood right now?



Oh that's an easy one for me!!

Mostly because I have been in writing mode for a few hours daily and I have a playlist that I often listen to for inspiration.   Since the latest story is a LOVE story, I do apologize for the extreme lovey dovely sappiness that is about to come your way.

If the audio file doesn't appear for you, you can Find The Song Here (How Long Will I Love You - Cover) 


I find having some sappy angst music can really help inspire your writing, and this song in particular just seemed to fit the two characters.   There is so much trauma in his past, how can he accept a love from such a source of light as her?  How could she possibly love him if she glimpsed the real him?    Hell... how do you WRITE that?

Pick a song and pick up your quill and just let it go!

~

STILL WATERS (excerpt from fiction based on Taboo - TV/2017)

Three days they remained in the cabin exploring and discovering one another in this new way. Though James would sneak out while she slept, returning with food and wine; not a soul aboard daring to knock upon their door after that first day. Finally having the full knowledge and security of her love surrounding him, his dark past began to unravel. His heart in his hands when he spoke of the horrors he had done. Terrible acts for which there will be no redemption. Breaking down within her arms, wracked with guilt and pain over the blood he can never wash from his hands. Every moment wondering if this is the one where she will turn from him and flee his darkness. This irredeemable soul of his now caught and bound with her own. But she never does. No lies pass her lips, but above all she never lets him forget the tender years that came before the terrible trauma. That once upon a time -- he was whole. Her strength allows her to absorb it all and still walk in love. It was a mystery to him how she just took it all in, every sin and crime, and returned it back to him – molded into something new. After so many years of carrying this pain as his most trusted companion and guilt his bedfellow, it was this truth that finally set him free. That was what her love allowed, and what it freely gave; the gift of his true self. A wholeness of spirit and unfettered heart that he had forgotten. And now he wasn’t afraid to pick it back up again and carry it forward. 

A woman searching for a home, a man trying to find his way home, and somehow they met at the crossroads. Or maybe that Delaney madness held a little magic after all. Either way, it was a meeting perfectly timed to ensure two lonely hearts were perfectly tuned to one another. With a deep exhale surrendered, he cast his tortured thoughts upon the sea and the brokenness that had bound him began to loosen. Pain no longer a humming in the recess of his mind. Stained fingers traced the ink whorl that branded her his talisman, while he inhaled the bright promise of tomorrow. He slept the deep sleep of the unburdened; their breath mingling upon the soft pillows. Beyond the darkened windows the ship cruised upon the eternal tides and the evening star faded away.

~

Often she was unaware of how her fingers traced the inked markings upon his arms and chest. Though James definitely took notice when they were want to drift downward to the ones that encircled his thighs. The habit had become so frequent as they lay next to one another, she could probably trace each mark unerring with her eyes closed. Fingers automatically moving even while she drifted into slumber. She didn’t even know why they fascinated her so, except that they were a part of him. Each time she could feel the release from within as her fingertips passed softly over the firm skin. As though she cut each mark open and all the poison leaked out in a great oozing black void of pain; surrendering a little more of his numbness with each cutting. She imagined she could leach this poison from inside a hundred times, but with James there would always be more. While the world met the eyes of the dangerous man, she knew the depths of the well where he hid the guilt and hurt and shame and regret. In the quiet moments between sleep and awake, her hands reached for him and her fingers traced, and she had to believe that these years of kindness would one day over shadow the ones of cruelty. Comfort would over-rule scorn. This is what she believed in, these pure moments of tender care where she could pour out her love upon his scars. There was no magic cure; true healing took time. Lorna was patient.

It used to be the floating sensation of water that held James deep in the recesses of sleep. As long as he could hold the awareness of drifting upon the surface with the warmth of the sun on his back and the cool deep below, he would remain asleep. Never lulled too deep; one part of his mind always alert and firing pulses. As soon as anything threatened that sense of calm, like cold clawing hands or the singing of the dead, he would be brought to the surface abruptly. Waking up rarely a gentle thing. Now it was the sense of warmth beside him that kept him deep in slumber. How it wrapped around his limbs, cradling him in softness. Often the gentle touch that traced all the tension and stress from his body, replacing it with a soothing tenderness that leaked into his bones and lingered during the day, lending a lightness to his steps. He pulled that warmth closer; felt it cover him like a blanket knitted solely for his form. Shielding all his lines and curves; the sad hollows and the brittle points that made up the burdened jointed walk of his life. His knotted thoughts unraveling while he slept. Once he believed if his thoughts were visible, they would be revealed as chaotic turns and twists of light never converging to a single point. Now he thought it might just be possible that he could learn to spin them into a dance that both celebrated and protected what it was he held dearest. 

The light touch finally registering his brain to wakefulness, James eyes blinked slowly open. A slight tilt of his head and he half expected to find her quietly watching him sleep; but her eyes were closed. The faint brush of her fingertips dancing over his skin, a simple touch that reached deep; his muscles sagging as they loosed their aching burdens. The irony of someone such as he who had courted touch avoidance for so long, to love one so compelled to touch, that she reached for him in her sleep. He couldn’t surrender to another. Allow such dreamlike ministrations that wove the connective web between them even tighter. Sometimes, he can feel the fear rising in his chest, threatening to take over. It wants to protect him from a danger, but he knows now none exists.   Not with her.



Just in case you thought I was sitting home idle instead of reading all your blog posts, proof of my very busy quill!

That's the power of music and words.  Transporting us to other worlds full of emotions we dare not explore here in our rightly ordered busy reality.   Sweeping away all the boring dust that has settled while our minds are busing sorting laundry, making grocery lists and balancing our chequing account.    Just like that we are smack dab in the middle of a great story singing of the virtue and power of a love so powerful it crossed an ocean just to find a home.

How long will I love words and music?
As long as I can.
And longer if I may.


Got a tune that helps you get through the daily dust of life?


Next Week:  Get something off your chest.   No, don't throw your bra at me: unless it's after 7 pm and you're home for the evening, because Yes!

PS! >  For those having any trouble with my site (curse this commenting system too!!), I am currently pondering a change - in fact I did create a WordPress blog site today, reserving my InkInterrupted name!   I don't know exactly how and when all the changes will be activated -- just know I appreciate everyone's patience while non-tech me figures it all out.  😀