A Picture Paints A 1000 Words...But Actions Tell The Story
If a picture paints 1000 words what would yours say? What colors would you use to point out all the intricate details? What emotion would you evoke to get a reaction from others? Do the words then ever fail?
The answer is NO! The words are heard just often fall selectively on deaf ears... We hear what we want but we see clearly the movement within the storyline. ( I have forgotten how much I love to write.)
We each have the ability to paint our own stories. Maybe we each don't literally paint on canvas but by our actions, we vividly portray a picture. We emit the words to put in motion how something is to be played out. Actions will always speak louder than words... and actions is living proof to back up the words to the story told.
It has been a while now hasn't it? Where have I been? What colorful tale have I been keeping... waiting on the tip of my tongue to delight whoever reads. Everyone somewhere wants to hear that love story with that happy ending! A story of hope... A story made up in truth. Relationships... who left? Who got hurt? Who was cheated on? Who made complete fools of themselves? and who came back to claim what was in their heart from the get-go. The churning voice eternally screaming... "you damn fool, You let her go!" Yes, I do have a tale...
(Once upon a time not so long ago... A King and A Queen... A Fool and his Pawn! )
I could spin this great big story... but there is no spinning when there is a truth that has been kept in the heart. When options are no longer needed and a deliberate choice is made. When whispers in the night turn into some steamy pillow talk and the sword is removed... from its protected place.
Where dreams are revealed and possibilities present themselves... drawbridges are lowered and thresholds are crossed. (insert music) Imaginations are indulged and open conversations are met with promises and agreements and astounding OK to all the plans spoke!
What will be will be revealed as it is played out. No more secrets and no more deception... just a day at a time because there is time for as long as "we" want it. I no longer hold my breath because what is meant presents itself every day. What is meant for any of us presents itself and doors open with ease because they are meant to be opened for us all.
It has been an incredible upheaval of emotion and the games that I have seen played out before my eyes prove deception is damaging and drama continues where it is allowed. When you invite drama into your world... You opened the door and allowed it!
Castles... Camelot... Casablanca
You could insert a song here... "its the still the same old story, a fight for love and glory, a case of do or die... the world will always welcome lovers... as time goes by"
Famous lines and our owns stories that mimic and unless you are any of these characters I am referring, you may not get this underlining message. Nonetheless... it's all over. A new storyline is forming and my career but yet again taking another turn.
I will continue many streams of income and I continue to write ... "When He Had Her" the last chapter is written and it is in a safe place til I feel necessary to reveal. Although "Seaside Shore" will resume right where it left off... and love will pick up right where he left her. She knew he was out there somewhere trying to find a way to come home. Home that place they never really knew existed.
We all can paint a picture of hope... we all hold out for that one love! The last one we can look to and say finally!
If a picture paints 1000 words what would yours say? What colors would you use to point out all the intricate details? What emotion would you evoke to get a reaction from others? Do the words then ever fail?
Play it again...
Meet Me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie
The answer is NO! The words are heard just often fall selectively on deaf ears... We hear what we want but we see clearly the movement within the storyline. ( I have forgotten how much I love to write.)
We each have the ability to paint our own stories. Maybe we each don't literally paint on canvas but by our actions, we vividly portray a picture. We emit the words to put in motion how something is to be played out. Actions will always speak louder than words... and actions is living proof to back up the words to the story told.
It has been a while now hasn't it? Where have I been? What colorful tale have I been keeping... waiting on the tip of my tongue to delight whoever reads. Everyone somewhere wants to hear that love story with that happy ending! A story of hope... A story made up in truth. Relationships... who left? Who got hurt? Who was cheated on? Who made complete fools of themselves? and who came back to claim what was in their heart from the get-go. The churning voice eternally screaming... "you damn fool, You let her go!" Yes, I do have a tale...
(Once upon a time not so long ago... A King and A Queen... A Fool and his Pawn! )
I could spin this great big story... but there is no spinning when there is a truth that has been kept in the heart. When options are no longer needed and a deliberate choice is made. When whispers in the night turn into some steamy pillow talk and the sword is removed... from its protected place.
Where dreams are revealed and possibilities present themselves... drawbridges are lowered and thresholds are crossed. (insert music) Imaginations are indulged and open conversations are met with promises and agreements and astounding OK to all the plans spoke!
What will be will be revealed as it is played out. No more secrets and no more deception... just a day at a time because there is time for as long as "we" want it. I no longer hold my breath because what is meant presents itself every day. What is meant for any of us presents itself and doors open with ease because they are meant to be opened for us all.
It has been an incredible upheaval of emotion and the games that I have seen played out before my eyes prove deception is damaging and drama continues where it is allowed. When you invite drama into your world... You opened the door and allowed it!
Castles... Camelot... Casablanca
You could insert a song here... "its the still the same old story, a fight for love and glory, a case of do or die... the world will always welcome lovers... as time goes by"
Famous lines and our owns stories that mimic and unless you are any of these characters I am referring, you may not get this underlining message. Nonetheless... it's all over. A new storyline is forming and my career but yet again taking another turn.
I will continue many streams of income and I continue to write ... "When He Had Her" the last chapter is written and it is in a safe place til I feel necessary to reveal. Although "Seaside Shore" will resume right where it left off... and love will pick up right where he left her. She knew he was out there somewhere trying to find a way to come home. Home that place they never really knew existed.
We all can paint a picture of hope... we all hold out for that one love! The last one we can look to and say finally!
If a picture paints 1000 words what would yours say? What colors would you use to point out all the intricate details? What emotion would you evoke to get a reaction from others? Do the words then ever fail?
Play it again...
Meet Me In St. Louis,
Kitryn Marie
