http://slow.writerscafe.org/holyspirit1 The original writings of author holyspirit1 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776258936 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 life diagnosed with bipolar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/468232/ A few minutes before 12 midnight, a hard rain fell with out warning.no thunder proceeeded the deluge no wind. The abruptness and the ferocity of the down pour had the urgent quality of a perilous storm in a dream.Lying in bed beside her hus band Angela Rodgers had been restless before the sudden c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/465370/  Like the fields of grass like the wind that blows and the rain that pounds the window panethe mouse squeaked and the frog croaked and the bird chirped and out of the quiet came the boogy manhe wore a face like an angel, and a smile like a chesire cat, but under neath it all his heart w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/465359/ I fell to the ground broken and beaten anguish in my heart and i wore sorrow as a frown and one day it  came to me just a light   nothing was said no thoughts were heard only the light was there and i knew it was of good ..no malice was felt and no evil did stir..i went thru my l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/460793/ The rain came and fell on my window pane tiny droplets cold and wet seem to always happen when i am upset...I close my eyes and what do i hear sizzling, the blowing of the wind the crack of the thunder..these sounds evoke a tear..i drift forward on a sea of guilt to a place in my mind that is&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/460789/ I peered at the crack in the glass of the old broken clock.  What did you see you asked me? I saw an old woman staring back at me. her hair was grey and her eyes were blue..I saw her in the face of the clock where time stood still..I knew i did not have the courage to follow thru..My ang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/460648/ The sun was just setting as i emerged thru the open door..Quivers meowed and startled me i knew what those deep blue green eyes wanted it was her feeding time..  O Quiver's it will be dark by the time i get your can of tuna opened can't you just wait while i go for my walk..I moaned as i stood .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/460393/ The sunThe sun was hot and Jane  struggled to get the key in the door  while  balancing packages and her purse., once she slipped the key in and released the door latch she was happy.  Jane liked  her home  .One thing that hadn't changed over the years was the clutter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/460386/ The bottleShe leaned over to pick up her drink..not thinking..and knocked the old bottle over..it rolled to the floor and the mist sprang up before her eyes. She stepped back and fell into the old recliner and watched as images formed on her half finished canvas.  She was in awe of what she s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/460370/ the sky opened up and the rain fell like tears as it blanketed the ground..the storm raged and the rain came and the tears fell once more..i cried a tear the day you were born..i held you in my arms and i cried as i stroked your hair and i held you close to my face..i cried a tear when i held your h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/460030/ THE CANVASTHE AIR WAS WET WITH HUMIDITY AS THE STORM OUTSIDE HER SMALL APARTEMNT GREW WITH INTENSITY..SHE REACHED FOR HER LONG T SHIRT AND PUT IT ON IT..IT  WAS WAY TO WARM IN THE APARTMENT TO WEAR ANYTHING ELSE..SHE KNEW SHE WOULD GET PAINT ON IT BUT MOST OF HER CLOTHES WERE SPECKLED WITH PA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/holyspirit1/460026/