“The land of Maren, my island, calls to me in my fretful sleep. Like dancing ribbons of light, it winds its memories around my starved, yearning torso, tearing at my aching heart. “I am twirling now, unravelling a ribbon memory of light, warm sand and cresting waves around me. “To feel at breath with my unique, native land and to retrace my footprints across its terrains would be ... heavenly.” WarIdentityMemoryIslandOriginNative LandHeart AcheSpiritual ConnectionAttunementRetracing Footprints Book:All the Hope We Carry Source: All the Hope We Carry
“The familiar tune returns, its drifting quality heightened in pitch, like the sound of a bird, free flying through the soft breeze. I allow myself to believe that I may just be that bird, taking a small adventure across my tiny island. I could have wings that soar, high above the red stained streets into a much calmer, brighter sky.” WarSpiritualBirdMemoryVisualizationTuneWar SurvivorYearning For FreedomFlight Of FreedomSoaring Wings Book:All the Hope We Carry Source: All the Hope We Carry
“You are my middle ground, canvas. You may be blank, yet full of promise. Maybe you can help me to see properly again.” VisionPromiseMemoryMetaphorCanvasMemory Loss Book:Fleur of Yesterday Source: Fleur of Yesterday
“Your memory will return when it’s ready. I haven’t got much more energy, Fleur. The wind is helping me to time travel and be here with you this yesterday.” RomanceMysteryWindScience FictionMemoryYesterdayTime TravelAtmospheric Writing Book:Fleur of Yesterday Source: Fleur of Yesterday
“I land on hard wood planks, bouncing onto my bottom and thighs. I am sprawled on my back, staring up at the golden flowered handrail of the footbridge ... You are leaning on the handrail with one arm, pulling fiercely at your hair. A striking, handsome subject, against a backdrop of the pink and purple hues of sunset.” LoveRomanceMemorySunsetAtmospheric WritingDramatic ActionTransfomtation Of Moment Author:Susan L. Marshall
“Girl grabs Dari’s hand. “Don’t forget what it’s like to run, Dari. Do you remember the feeling of the breeze flying through your hair when we used to run through the forest? We were young and freer then, with thoughts of how we’d like our futures to be.” FreedomExistenceMysteryMemoryForestLiterarySeeking RefugeDesired Future Book:Adira and the Dark Horse Source: Adira and the Dark Horse