A new star, the Christ child, God's gift to mankind; these are what Christmas is made of.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: star christmas christ richelle richelle-goodrich
Christmas is like candy; it slowly melts in your mouth sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: christmas richelle richelle-goodrich
Mother nature changes her looks for the same reason any woman changes her looks—to be noticed.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: women looks attention mother-nature richelle richelle-goodrich
Love grows and wanes, but honor, duty, and commitment, those things are constant and stable. They define who you are.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: love duty honor reputation commitment richelle ian richelle-goodrich
The written word can make one pause and contemplate. It can make a reader sigh to dream or question a belief in considerable depth. But all of that is nothing if those words fail to touch the heart and make one feel.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: words reading writing dreams emotion feelings contemplation richelle richelle-goodrich
Happiness doesn't always come in pink. Learn to appreciate the rainbow.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: happiness joy appreciation rainbow richelle richelle-goodrich
I love the magic of a hot bath, how time pauses and every grievance melts away.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: time relaxation bath richelle richelle-goodrich grievance
WRITER'S NIGHTMARE"
"I felt a grip on my arm that shook my body, forcefully pulling me toward a tunnel of darkness. The threat of consciousness stole my steady breath. For a moment I believed myself to be under siege; ripped from the sky in mid flight, my wings useless against the monstrous claws shredding my reality. I struggled to remain, to be left alone, aloft. Reaching with wings that through the power of imagination were suddenly feathered arms, I grabbed at the air. My hands clutched at something solid. Wooden. A desk. My head spun as I held the furniture, suffering the illusion of falling.
"I was flying," I gasped, realizing suddenly that it had all been a dream. "My best fantasy ever."
Lifting my head from its resting spot on the writing desk, I worked mentally to secure the fading images, hoping to capture their essence to memory before they faded away forever. Bitterness tainted my heart against the hand that had jerked me into sensibility. Why was I always so callously awakened while doing my best work? Why not let me dream?
Stichwörter: imagination writing dreaming writer nightmare richelle richelle-goodrich writers-nightmare
Prayer: The act of falling to your knees in pleading fashion, seeking help from a greater power than all else to have failed you previously.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: prayer help richelle pleading richelle-goodrich supplication
Conundrum: A fun word to repeat over and over again when no one's listening. Actual meaning is as puzzling as the need to chant the word.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: puzzle conundrum richelle richelle-goodrich
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