© 2011 Charlena Miller. All rights reserved.
There is this place that we get to if we hunger for love and peace until every corner of our heart aches. It is a place where we have run out of things to try. We have no more tricks … Continue reading
© 2011 Charlena Miller. All rights reserved.
I lingered longer than I intended at the Dochgarroch canal locks watching the boats come through and listening to the piper on the deck of the boat, Fingal. I was hungry and ready to get home. I had a ways … Continue reading
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The Greek guide was knowledgeable about how Santorini and its group of islands had come to be and the geological future of the area. He shared the history of its people and how the last major earthquake had a destruction/construction … Continue reading
© 2011 Charlena Miller. All rights reserved.
Why does baking banana-pecan bread and a misty day stir a longing in me for family times when my parents were alive? Is it because a moody, rainy day meant a good day for baking? Or that when I baked … Continue reading
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When the light beyond looks so near but stretches out far beyond my reach, when my legs stumble with fatigue, my mind fights me with fear and heavy doubt plagues my will to continue. When I can no longer waste … Continue reading
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Why do I sometimes want what I know will bite me in the arse? What is behind that desire? Is it just the darkness in my humanity–temptation, stupidity, stubbornness…? Or is it the longing of my heart for peace? Sometimes … Continue reading
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Sometimes the question for me isn’t ‘can I say what I need to say?’ But what is it I need to or want to say if I had the opportunity? I imagine scenarios if I saw this or that person … Continue reading
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Take the bliss of warmth and the sun when it comes. Drop everything and be in, revel in it, enjoy it. Take along a waterproof for a spat of rain and layer to be cool enough in the hot sun, … Continue reading
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I was struck with a sudden wave of uncertainty. What the heck am I doing up here, in Scotland, headed for the Highlands? Am I supposed to be here? The sky grew darker and the mist deepened over the hills … Continue reading
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The wind is blustery today. I am watching a seagull make its way, buffeted by the gusts; yet it flies, readjusting continually to stay on course. What if a person is meant to be a seagull yet thinks they are … Continue reading