prose
JULY 2004 | ::WORDS ALL AROUND::
THE NATURE OF WORDS
Words are the fireflies that flicker in and out, on and off on a moonless night, lighting the path for any who cannot find their way through the darkness. They are the caterpillars that transform into an array of colorful butterflies, all seeking a flower or the wind, a simple place to land. Words capture the hearts of sailors at sea, enticing them to come closer, like sirens off on a distant shore. They blossom like flowers in the imagination, scenting the mind with unforgettable fragrances. Words are the path to our soul.
JUNE 2004 | ::CHANGING THE SOUND OF EMOTIONS::
ON CHANGE
The tales were beyond our imagination. But when we stood back we realized the tales were nothing more than the changes we feared to make, the happiness we were unsure we could create or maintain. The tales were our dreams. We decided in that moment to step into our future and create our own images of truth and make our own dreams come true. Some would be hurt in the process but ultimately all would be healed. In the end, the rewards would far outweigh the sacrifices. - passage from Arroya's Memories
THE NATURE OF WORDS
Words are the fireflies that flicker in and out, on and off on a moonless night, lighting the path for any who cannot find their way through the darkness. They are the caterpillars that transform into an array of colorful butterflies, all seeking a flower or the wind, a simple place to land. Words capture the hearts of sailors at sea, enticing them to come closer, like sirens off on a distant shore. They blossom like flowers in the imagination, scenting the mind with unforgettable fragrances. Words are the path to our soul.
JUNE 2004 | ::CHANGING THE SOUND OF EMOTIONS::
ON CHANGE
The tales were beyond our imagination. But when we stood back we realized the tales were nothing more than the changes we feared to make, the happiness we were unsure we could create or maintain. The tales were our dreams. We decided in that moment to step into our future and create our own images of truth and make our own dreams come true. Some would be hurt in the process but ultimately all would be healed. In the end, the rewards would far outweigh the sacrifices. - passage from Arroya's Memories
