Digital Art, Short Stories

Familiar face

I’ve seen his face before… Perhaps on this same train… Not sure. I’ve always been drawn to him – to his face, not out of attraction but because of its peculiar shape – an upside down pear.

“What an oddly shaped head! ” I’ve always thought. But then I reconsider, ” what if he thinks my head is oddly shaped too? ” Then I smiled as I pondered my silliness and remembered that we were all beautifully and wonderfully made by our Almighty creator.

He made us different so we could learn to appreciate diversity. He made us different so we can understand the depth of his beauty. He made us different, each one of us unique – special in our own way.

So the next time I see that familiar face I will see it in a new way – – something beautiful – – a work of art!


Contents written December 11 2014

Originally published December 22 2014

Image by Moylom Enterprises

Copyright © 2019 Moylom Art Studio


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Music is Oxygen, Poetry

End of my rope

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Perhaps,
things don’t make sense
for a reason.

Perhaps,
love is something
I’m not meant to have.

Perhaps,
it’s finally time,
for acceptance and closure.

 

 

Song: “Goodbye to Love” Carpenters”

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 18 2016
Originally published: September 19 2016
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Short Stories

Find Your Happy Place!

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Photo by: Tod Stevenson

Clouds.  I find them fascinating and soothing. I can sit on a clear day and just watch them for hours… Letting my mind go blank as my cares and worries seem to float away.

Nature on a whole relaxes me. The sights, the sounds,  the fresh air and all the intricate beauty of God’s masterful creations leaves me in awe and also humbled. From the huge elephant to the tiny ant,  from the tall mountains overhead to the lush, green grass underfoot,  I take it all in and enjoy it thoroughly like a glass of thirst-quenching water.

There was a time I used to be afraid of being alone with my thoughts – – traumatic events would replay at volumes so loud I felt like my head would explode! But I’m in a better place now, focusing on the ‘todays’ and the ‘tomorrows’ for the ‘yesterdays’ I can no longer change — I can only learn from them and move on.

Choosing to be happy leaves the soul free to accept the life we’ve been given, taking from it the best parts, and discarding the rest for it serves no good purpose other than to cause distress. Choosing to be happy frees us from the negativity and helps shift our perspective. We learn to be more grateful even for the littlest of things,  complaining less and finding peace even in the midst of all the chaos.

Find your ‘cloud’  today – – that one thing that relaxes you and makes you forget the sadness, the mayhem,  the crime,  the hate – –  that one thing that shifts your perspective – – that one thing which is your  center,  your core – – your HAPPY PLACE!

See more awesome photos by Tod Stevenson:
https://m.facebook.com/fullvolumephoto/photos/a.296998550492263.1073741829.296978453827606/339540039571447/?type=1&source=46


Contents written: February 23,  2015. Edited: March 24, 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


Uncategorized

Floored…

Disarmed by your ability
to see through all my layers,
I am defenseless in your presence.

You see me — the real me,
and your acceptance
makes me feel safe.

I’m floored…

Source: Yahoo images
Source: Yahoo images

Contents written: June 29 2015  |  Edited: June 30 2015  |  Originally published: July 1 2015  | Copyright 2015 – 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Short Stories, Uncategorized

The day after “goodbye”

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Image Source: Yahoo images (pintrest.com)

She woke up that morning unsure of what to do with herself. She reached for the phone to send him a “good morning” message but remembered, yeah, they agreed to not do that anymore.

She really should have been doing her morning meditation anyway, but her heart wasn’t in it. She was overcome by the intense feeling of loss — She was missing him terribly.

It was her day off. She’d hoped to have breakfast or coffee with him but he had to work. But yeah, they’re not doing that anymore either. It’s over! Everything’s over!!!

So there she sat, at the benches approaching the beach, replaying the events of the first walk they took together, wishing he was there next to her, holding her hand and making her weak in the knees by the way his eyes looked into her soul. She missed him so much it hurt. She sat silently, staring off into the distance, lost in thought, and simply dying inside.

She finally summoned the strength to walk along the boardwalk, slowly, in the direction of her home, in the opposite direction of his. She’d hoped her melancholy pace would delay the inevitable emptiness that awaited her there. She knew that the longer she stayed among the brave souls doing their morning exercises it would deter her from collapsing into a puddle of tears once alone. But home finally arrived and before she could finish her cup of tea the tears began to fall like rain.

By 10 am all hopes of having a productive day were gone and she crawled into bed with a box of tissue and her phone as her only companions. There she spent the rest of the day crying, sleeping and wishing it was all a bad dream, but it wasn’t.

“This too small pass!” she told herself, for she knew that all too well. She’d been there before but somehow this time seemed different. Perhaps because she knew there would be an end to “their story” — that what they had wasn’t meant to last forever — but she just didn’t expect the end to arrive so soon. Nor did she expect to fall in love with a guy so much younger and of a spiritual persuasion similar to hers but of a religion so steeped in rituals and tradition their union would never be accepted. This wasn’t what either of them expected and she wondered how “fate” could be so cruel. What was the point to bring him into her life when she wasn’t even looking to meet anyone? What was the point to them bonding so easily, so wonderfully, so completely only to have that bond be broken so suddenly, so soon? What lesson was she/were they meant to learn from all this? What was the point of all of it???

Saying goodbye would have been so much easier if she didn’t love him, but she did. It would have been easier if he was cruel, but he wasn’t. In fact he cared for her deeply and his actions spoke of this often even more than his words. Somehow though, she had to love him enough to let him go but doing so would be torture!

She thought:

How do I forget you
When I don’t want to?
How do I stop missing you
When you’re all I think about?
How do I stop needing you
When you made me feel so complete?
How do I move on
When you mean so much more than words can say?

My world seems empty now
My smiles have disappeared
My eyes are sad and teary
My heart is broken
I mourn for you as though you’ve died
I miss you so much it hurts

And then she wondered if he was missing her too…

[This is Part 10 of a series entitled “Their Story”. See Part 11(end) or Start from the beginning.]

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Originally published: October 2015


Contents written: October 12 2015 | Edited: October 18 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


Uncategorized

Created to be magnificent

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Dell Sample Photo

The ability

to see beauty

in the midst of chaos

is the only way

we’ll survive, thrive and blossom,

into the amazing beings

our Creator intended us to be.

~ Moylom Enterprises May 31 2015 ~

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*Originally published June 2015


Contents written: May 31 2015 | Edited: June 4 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises


Music is Oxygen, Poetry, Uncategorized

Life is beautiful

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To have expectations
Means setting yourself up for disappointment
To have no expectations
Means opening yourself up to surprise.
Life can still be beautiful
May you be blessed by its many surprises.

~ Moylom Enterprises 2015 ~


*Originally published December 2015


Contents written: October 1 2015  |  Edited: December 21 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises