Intentionally Left Blank

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Music by: Lesfm

What comes to mind when you see a blank page? This marbled morning had me questioning this. I groggily tossed it aside, silenced my alarm, and went about my day. However, I kept thinking about it. So, I sat down with my favorite journal and turned it to a blank page. On this fragile page, things started to come to mind.

The days were so carefree and simple, even the mornings took its time waking up. Heart-to-heart conversations, that normally led to nowhere, were shared over a cup of coffee and where time was better spent.

A friendly “Hello” always made someone’s day. A smile was cherished without knowing a name and having your own opinion mattered without feeling ashamed.

Love didn’t need a definition.
Hope was abundant in every person and
Faith wasn’t solely restricted to religion.

Having had a dose of nostalgia, I closed my journal and sat there. Now, you can guess what I decided to write. But this is what makes my journal so special—no words are ever written. These blank pages have reminded me of “where I’ve been” and “where I can go”, like a map pointing the way forward because the days can be long and complicated but there’s always something to be thankful for. Heart-to-heart conversations can still be shared over coffee. It’s taking the time to listen rather than answering is all that’s really needed.

I’m reminded to speak a little kinder, sharing a smile whenever it’s possible, and yes, if I’m being honest, I’m still learning to accept opinions and criticism from those who actually matter.

Love or a passion can still be realized.
Hope just needs to be revitalized and
Faith…well, that’s for you to decide

For me, every page is like a mirror that shows a version of ourselves I think we need to see. I would like to know what you see.

Last Holiday Wish

Image by: KiSei2
Music by: LesfmChristmas Magic Night

Tip-toe/tip-toe/
our cautious feet still kick up the snow/
to watch the skies as angels take flight/
on their long way home/

There they go and there they go/
with parting tears for those they know/
I wave my Goodbyes to the angels tonight/
on/my short/walk home/

Ding-dong/ding-dong/
echoes the sound of an empty home/
Nights are more silent/
Prayers grow quiet/
The holidays are now/long gone/


How I will miss/
nights before this
where we sat down in bliss
and we all reminisced
on the good times we had/
Now I know that sounds sad/
but we’re all/so glad/
for what/we have/

Counting the days
from when we parted ways/
I watch/as time slowly slips/away/
I’ll remember my friend
that this isn’t the end/
I’ll close my eyes and just pretend/


Clickclop/clickclop/
goes my bro-ken mu-sic box/
It’s missing a dancer/to our song/
And next to me is where you belong/

Throughout the year/we’ll stay/in touch/
and always living for just enough/
As seasons change I’ll patiently wait/
to be/with you/ano-ther day

And so, I raise/my glass/in your name/
I hope/that you/would do the same/
Here’s to the year/and to you/
and may you find happiness/in all/ that you do