Once, as my heart remembers,
all the stars were fallen embers.
Once, when night seemed forever
I was with you.
Once, in the care of morning,
in the air was all belonging.
Once, when that day was dawning,
I was with you.
How far we are from morning,
how far we are.
And the stars shining through the darkness,
falling in the air.
Once, as the night was leaving,
into us our dreams were weaving.
Once, all dreams were worth keeping,
I was with you.
Once, when our hearts were singing,
I was with you.
-Enya
As writers, we need to draw from our experiences and find ways to infuse who we are into the stories we tell. Julia Cameron, the author of the Artist's Way, states: "We must write from love and we must choose those to read us who read from love: the love of words. The love of naming our experience must finally be the guiding force in what we put on the page."
Thursday, May 13, 2010
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Beauty Emerges From The Darkness
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I love Enya... :)
What a sad song...
It is a sad song. That's how I have been feeling for the past several days :)
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