Linda Hill has a challenge called One Liner Wednesdays, and I thought I would use a picture to tell a story. I stepped away from the dark side for a moment, and I hope you enjoy my first one liner. Don’t forget to check out her blog and give some love back. This is another really cool challenge to increase creativity *smiles*
After a beautifully perfect morning, she found herself in a rain of leaves on a cool fall day, and she found herself happy, content, and feeling wonderful for the first time in a while.
Braids, ponytails, and hair spiked on top
Curly hair, pixie cuts, and even a mohawk
Twirly dresses trimmed in flowery lace
Jeans, shorts, and an apron on stock
Tiny, little human chefs
Wise beyond their years
Wielding a spatula and skillet
It brings me to happy tears
The sight is amazing to see what they can do
Little people with such big, awesome hearts
Cooking for a competition of champions
With their most favorite dish to start
Chopping, dicing, cubing their feast
All with a friendly smile as they stand on their feet
Baking, searing, and even flambé
They are little chefs striving to never be beat
Note From E. M.
I was inspired to write this after watching Master Chef Junior. I was catching up on episodes on Hulu, and it just hit me to write about such talented little people. (I think when I was their age, I was lucky to be able to make macaroni & cheese… ) I look forward to catching up on the rest of the episodes, but good luck to all the little chefs cooking their little hearts out on the show.
Their eyes meet for the first time, and the chills shiver their bones as each of their eyes meet the others. They are complete strangers but feel they have met before. “Have we met?“, she wonders. “I could swear I have met her somewhere before…“, he thinks. She looks deeper into his eyes, and he looks a gaze into hers. They both notice that the pupil of each other’s eyes dilates with happiness as their staring at one another collide into a new spectrum of feelings inside of themselves.
The lady reaches her hand out to shake his, and the gentleman’s hand meets her halfway with his hand outstretched…glancing down only for a moment to make sure that his hand embraces her delicate grasp. Their eyes meet back together again, even as he pulls her hand to his lips for a soft, gentle kiss on the fair skin of her hand. She wonders if her palms are sweaty or her hand is quivering as she feels the nerves on her neck stand on end. The gentleman claps his lips together and presses the kiss atop her delicate hand, but he holds his lips there for a moment…savoring the scent of this beautiful woman so close to his senses. He can almost hear her pulse race as he rests there with his lips caressing the nervous jittering of her hand, and he smiles into her eyes. She feels the warmth her cheeks are radiating as her cheeks flush with red, but she still cannot take her eyes off of the beautiful golden tones in his gaze. Her pulse is racing. His heart is pounding.
My lived experience of receiving, & living with the effects of, a diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), & the many ways in which it has affected me, & my interactions with traditional mental health services & supports. In addition, I share what I've learned from this, & my thoughts around what would've been more helpful for me, & how we can all work to be more helpful to each other... this blog, like me, is a work in progress, but hopefully we're both headed in the right direction. 😉