There’s a young woman who walks her dog around the lanes where I live. She’s what most people would describe as ‘plain’ – no make up, no sculpted hairstyle, a face that is pale and unprepossessing, clothes you might wear for digging the garden...
And then she speaks, and something magical happens. Her voice is soft, cultured without being affected, and feminine. She talks quietly and eloquently. Her dark eyes sparkle and light up her whole being with a youthful radiance. She becomes almost breathtakingly beautiful.
It all goes to show what a fraud the camera is, for it sees only structure. It takes so much more than that to awaken the perception of beauty that lies within us.
And her dog... What a combination they make!
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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When everything that is illusion is removed, all that remains is consciousness.
4 comments:
I can sort-of relate to this; wo years ago I knew a girl who never said a word, hid behind her glasses and always dressed in ordinary clothes. Until the day she took off her glasses and spoke, she's one of the most funny and interesting people I've ever met.
Er... hello Unwritten. What a nice surprise. Feels like I was walking along a dark and quiet road in Connemara or somewhere, and a mischeivous local jumped out from behind a tree and said 'boo!' Failte. And thank you. Black fingernails an' all.
Your friend sounds a bit like my ex.
Jeffrey. I loved this description. And I'm sorry I have nothing more substantial than my enjoyment of this post to offer as a comment. But this took me by surprise in a beautiful way, I can hardly describe it. You see things that very few other people see.
Thank you, Zoe. This is rather more than 'nothing more substantial.' It's lovely to hear from you.
I think we 'see' people better when we look beyond the surface structure and sense something that comes from making a connection on a deeper level. Or maybe that should be a 'higher' level. I think it comes partly from body language and principally from the eyes. But I also believe there's something more - something to do with a flow of subtle energy. It's why I think the whole preoccupation with glamour is pointless.
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