Quirky Missy

The creative child is the child who has survived. ~ Ursula K. Le Guin

Category: Romantic Relationship

When in love, all things look up.

Humming a Sad Tune in the Dark

She now silently hopes, “choose me, please choose me.” Feeling like an unwanted pair of worn, torn shoes, she is never the chosen one. This is what betrayal does to a person. It leaves a person broken beyond repair. The crave to be wanted grows to become an irrational fear. She hums a sad tune in the dark, the melancholic melody echoes in the night; and forgotten at first light of the day. Life goes on, and on one knows who hummed the sad, long tune.

A Brief but Impactful Encounter

I met someone recently. He is kind, romantic, gentle, sensitive, caring and probably loving. We cross each other’s path not to fall in love with each other, but to give each other the most essential and helpful tools to repair ourselves. This is perhaps another kind of love.

Before All the Heartbreaks

Be patient, the younger me. Hold on to your heart. Allow time for the men to demonstrate their capability and honour their words. Give them time to show who they say they are before giving them your heart. Wait instead, for the boys to become men, and men to become dependable and reliable people.

Planning the Unplannable

There is (at least) a missing post ( between my arrival in Odense, Denmark and now which is 12 days shy of 3 months. I may at some point slot that in, or just let that disappear into obscurity until there is something worth mentioning. Since I have embarked on this journey to become a learning-traveler*, one of the most common…

Bloody Birthday in Denmark

Shaking Things Up My life would be incomplete if I start to fit into the “normal” or “usual” range. Let’s say, I have a built-in shaker that randomly shakes my life up, sometimes in a underrated big stir. I had a plan to thoroughly soak up my birthday that is marinating in the autumny atmosphere of yellow, orange and some red. Shortly after…

Truth, Trust, and Fact

This is an old topic revisited. I have blogged (or through Facebook Notes – those were the days!) some dinosaur years ago about how we instinctively choose so-called “scientific” claims over the words of people who have spent years investing time, emotions, and love in us. Mothers Who Used to Know-It-All The pivotal character in my previous post was about…

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