http://slow.writerscafe.org/stephborders The original writings of author Stephany en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017807 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote after I finished walking the Camino. I was sitting in the beach in Biarritz Please open the picture as it inspired this writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/3114618/ Heart Whispers and Expiration DatesShe sat at the edge of the mountainlooking over the vast valleyjust as she had done hundreds of timesbut not hereNever had she experienced the breathtaking beauty of these giantsWeathered by nature, finding comfortthat she would not know the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/3106794/ floating between consciousness and denialthoughts lost and adrift, looking for their mooringsad is too harsh, happy is too jovial,angst is too rough and sorrow, well may be it is just rightpieces of life fading from touchto be expected, but not acceptedwhere has all the time gone, the time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2774300/ its a heart that hurts born of tirednessstruggling through murky waters in search of hopesometimes rewarded, more often in vainwind caressing the soft skin of a cheeka not so gentle reminderof who is in controlnot you, for you are no match to the powers of naturelight flakes of snow, cascadingu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2759916/ I wonder... I lived this life..from start to now and when I wonder..most times its not about but, more as to why two lives so close in step, but fathoms apart crossing paths many times yet not meeting till now Would it have made a difference If I had met you or you had met me in a differen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2313693/ If you listened, quietly and with intentyou would hearthe affirmation of things that held grandeurgreater than youwould ever beYou would hear the the songs of the birdsthe flutter of wingsthe humof creatures wantingto belongIf you heard these delicate soundsthen you would also hearthe sounds of excl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2163761/ Today is one of those days....The slight breeze is not enough to offer coolness on this 100-degree day and friends who wave from afar lighten the heart, but not quite enoughDogs days are here and they belong to all seasons, not just the summer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2136045/ Love Everlasting ......and she dreamed Of spring, and daffodilsbaby's breath and new beginningsA hand gentle and strong T’was a time, not so long agothat she can't still recallyet longer than the moons wanecalendared with hello&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2131229/ Lying here, looking up .......to nothing reallyAsking questions .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2103407/ Oddly enoughundefined in placement, floating amidst two degrees from nowhereoddly, comfortable in this location, sense has a reserved seatcolors chasing clouds dressed up in pretend, simplicitylife yet to be sketched, there is time for definitionstomorrowand tomorrowred will blend with blue and sorr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2100360/ Spit and firetemper and steel....Tall was not how people described herit was how she lived her lifeFierce was her heartand how she loved her familyStrangers never came into her lifeeveryone she met became someone she knew http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2098733/ It wasn't in found in the soft light of dawn that pushed the darkness from the skyIt wasn't found in the rain gently washing the sore and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2095384/ Today was the beginning of a new day, much like yesterday, and the day before...Clouds blocked the sun's streaming raysthe wind gently caressed the trees into bendingOnly this time it was different.The usual screaming by people who are passionateabout passion and nothing of substanceand those w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2089040/ and it rained, in her heartIt was so faint, she almost didn't hear itthe soft drip of rain as it splashed on the groundfor just a moment she stood savoring the musicthat nature was providingquietly, hoping not to disturb the momentshe debated whether she should venture outto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2087987/ Muddledlike so many momentsI see what others reject Pieces of humanitystrewn here, there andnowheredistinctive Strugglingfor existanceto belongany where,with anyone A spark of enlightenmentmaking people wonderwhat is there to ponderis it worth the consideration RealityThere is no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2075485/ This was written for a friend, hope you all enjoy it  Every heart should have another who can hear the dreamsthat float between maybe and definitely Once upon a time, long ago, I loved a heart that I thought couldhear mine Instead, blaring horns and noisy distractions faded the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2073453/ quietly and unassumingwafting in the shadowsThe agony that stems from unfilled yearningsearching for the softnesshands held stroking hearts as wordsfloated from one to anotherbreaths ending asthe next is bornexhales filled with weight ofdreams, hoping to be caughtonly to be unclaimedr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/2073176/ twilightthe hours where dreams give birthas hope slowly dies struggling to make senseone soul givenone takensacrificed by thosewho gave belief life  Held brieflyA lifetime promisedForever lastingless than....a deep breath  It beganA slow dance,intermingled withrock n ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/1406287/ The Autumn of My LifeIt has come ... finally.I did not ask for this; there was no invitation issued.It merely arrived, unannounced,draping across my shoulders like a lost love, findingits way home aftera long absence.I did not succumb; quietly I screamed ...not without .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/1221325/ Bit n PiecesI have heard your voice a thousand times but never have I heard you speak till now I have touched your hand a thousand times on all the streets I've walked but never held it till now I have known the laughter in your eyes from all the strangers smiles but never looked in them till now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/stephborders/500547/