An Ode To My Wife
I am but a man. Yet, because of you, I am also more than that. You make moments like these ever more meaningful, ever more dear to my heart, and I hope you know that you’re loved more than these flimsy words could ever portray. I was struck by this flower, it reminded me of…
A Brush Stroke
With the stroke of a brush one can forever change the colour of a room. The same can be said of one’s words, choose them wisely. – M L Wood
What About Colours?
I close my eyes, evoking the colour blue. I take a deep breath, letting go. The ebb and flow of the ocean, as the water caresses over my feet springs to mind. I look down, the clear blue water has surrounded me. I don’t resist. I let all the blue thoughts, feelings and memories come…
Waves – Art a form of Self Expression.
“We humans are like waves, imperfect perfection. Rising and failing. Before returning from where we came. “ M L Wood I penned these words some time ago, as I was sitting on a beach watching the waves crash before me. The beauty and power of the ocean is both terrifying and majestic, akin I would…