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I was trying to clean out my closet – you know, the whole spring cleaning thing. I hadn’t really stepped foot into it for months, and opening the door and taking a step in was like entering an undiscovered jungle. It looked like the clothes and other various items had started to breed in their solitude, like vines and shrubs and ferns making it hard to navigate my way in.
» Posted By Marni On 02.07.2016 @ 1:09 pm
We talk about being united – a united front, a united movement, a united people. Well, this is rather bullsh*t, if I say so myself. It’s one thing to claim unity, and another to actually show it. When push comes to shove, unions, and unity don’t seem to matter. It becomes every person for his or herself. It may sound cynical, but all this talk of being united is never actually put into practice.
» Posted By Marni On 12.17.2015 @ 11:08 am
There is a wealth of information that he wanted to share with his young daughter. How to treat people with kindness and compassion; how to balance a budget; how to respectfully decline an invitation, or act when you feel threatened. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, even though she had only been in his life such a short period of time. But his time on earth was coming to an end, and she would have to learn all of this from someone else.
» Posted By Marni On 12.08.2015 @ 6:05 pm
She tried to channel her inner child. That’s what her therapist had told her to do as a way to help clarify what she really wanted, and to help her make decisions about her future. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find the girl she used to be anywhere within herself. She couldn’t remember what she was like as a child; that girl seemed to have vanished.
» Posted By Marni On 12.07.2015 @ 8:17 am
He was a dead ringer for my ex-boyfriend, right down to the crooked smile and the dirty blond hair that lay just above his shoulders. It was hard to look at him, and know that even though I wanted to harbour bad feelings about him, I couldn’t be too quick to judge. I wondered if this is why Alice, my best friend, had set us up on this date. Maybe it was her own little joke, wanting to see how I would handle being with someone who looked so much like the guy who broke my heart.
» Posted By Marni On 12.01.2015 @ 8:14 pm
I was so tired of this pumpkin craze that took over all stores and supermarkets from the beginning of October until the new year. Sure, pumpkin pie was alright, and I didn’t mind that pumpkin and cream pasta sauce. But pumpkin cookies and cereal and pancakes and waffles? Not to mention pumpkin flavoured coffee and alcohol. It was going completely overboard!
» Posted By Marni On 11.29.2015 @ 6:01 pm
I had to go to the exchange to get my currency changed. It was such a rip off, a pain in the ass. But when you travel in a country where using a credit card can result in massive fraud, the only way to spend money was in cash, which had its own dangers. Still, it was an experience.
» Posted By Marni On 11.27.2015 @ 7:35 am
She wanted to do a feature wall in the living room. But he was against it. He kept saying how as this wasn’t a permanent house for them, that they shouldn’t invest too much time and money into it. But she was adamant that anywhere she lived, she wanted to make it a home, not just a place to lay their heads at night. He just didn’t understand that it was more than apartment to her, it was her sanctuary.
» Posted By Marni On 11.26.2015 @ 8:05 am
I am fed up. I am fed up about what is happening in the world, and I am fed up about knee jerk responses that only seem to perpetuate more violence, more intolerance, and more and more reasons to flex muscles rather than actually think about things and use our brains. I am not normally an angry person, but certain events have made me so.
» Posted By Marni On 11.16.2015 @ 11:29 am
There were stripes on his pajamas. He wished his momma didn’t buy him stripes. He didn’t like them so much. He preferred stars or dots, but stripes were so boring! His bedroom was wallpapered in stripes, his blanket was stripes. He may only be a child, just five years old, but he was old enough to know that he hated stripes!
» Posted By Marni On 11.14.2015 @ 2:09 pm
I derailed my life. I had this plan, this path that I was supposed to walk, and one mistake and it all fell apart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. How is it possible that one decision can cause such a huge chain reaction that nothing is like I ever imagined? How is it that it came to be this way?
» Posted By Marni On 11.12.2015 @ 8:15 pm
Everyone expected me to be in full mourning, and to burst out in tears every two seconds. And everyone expected me to welcome them into my homes, with all the cookies and casseroles that they could provide. But grief affects us all differently, and not only was I not prone to tears, I just wanted to be alone, to go on walks in nature by myself and reflect on the time I shared with my beloved. I wanted to celebrate his life, not mourn his passing, and for some reason people made me feel like this was a bad thing.
» Posted By Marni On 11.09.2015 @ 2:22 pm
I always open my mailbox with the expectation that something fabulous will be waiting there for me. A note from a secret admirer or a check for a million dollars. But nope… never anything apart from bills and the hundreds of flyers that come each day. What a waste of paper! It’s not like I ever look at what’s inside. They always go straight in the bin and everyday I hope once again for something fabulous.
» Posted By Marni On 11.07.2015 @ 9:18 am
It was like I was standing at the top of a precipice, looking down far below me, and I only had two choices. I could jump, or I could turn around. And turning around wasn’t actually a viable option. But if I jumped… how would I survive? And if I did survive, what would come next? I didn’t like having so little control on the outcome of my survival.
» Posted By Marni On 11.04.2015 @ 7:32 am
The watch once belonged to my grandfather. It wasn’t really stylish to keep a pocket watch anymore… it probably hadn’t actually been in style for about a hundred years. But I always carried it with me, meticulously winding it everyday.
It was my grandfather’s most precious item. He used to show it to me as a child when I sat on his lap.
» Posted By Marni On 11.03.2015 @ 7:57 am
The forest was dark and creepy. The sun had yet to make an appearance, and the combination of clouds and ground fog made it look like something straight out of a fairy tale. I was waiting for an evil witch or a headless horseman to come jumping out at me at any moment. But I was only in the forest looking for truffles.
» Posted By Marni On 11.02.2015 @ 10:40 am
I sometimes marvel at the beauty of the world. Even in my bleakest moments, all I need to do is step outside and watch the rain falls on the leaves, or see the sun reflect of a golden pond. The world is so miraculous, and sometimes we get caught up in our own lives so much that we forget to marvel at all the wonders around us.
» Posted By Marni On 10.30.2015 @ 8:25 am
I took a stand for what I believe in. And it may not have worked, and no one may have listened to me, but at least I can say that I followed my conscience. I won’t stand for anyone who is willing to take my power away from me, and I won’t let anyone get in my way. I will continue to fight for what I think is right, no matter who is against me.
» Posted By Marni On 10.28.2015 @ 1:53 pm
I’d prefer not to be here. I’d prefer to be lying on a beach, a balmy breeze swaying the leaves of the palm trees, which I can see overhead as I lie on the warm sand.
Instead I’m here in the cold. The leaves falling quickly off the trees as a frigid wind passes by. At one time I thought it beautiful. Now I hate it.
» Posted By Marni On 10.25.2015 @ 3:15 pm
It’s all in the past he said. Just leave it behind.
If only it were that easy.
It’s hard to forget all the pain and suffering from my childhood. I have tried to move past my past, but there it is, lurking at every corner, waiting to jump out and startle me, or drag me down that dark alley that I’ve tried my entire life to escape. The past isn’t just in the past.
» Posted By Marni On 10.22.2015 @ 4:45 pm
Cakes can look pretty – but, no matter how good a cake looks, it doesn’t taste especially good unless it has that one ingredient in it that just makes the cake astoundingly good:
Love is the only ingredient that makes any cake…just like our lives…amazing.
» Posted By Marni On 06.09.2014 @ 7:36 am
“I’ve been trying to figure my audience out now for nearly 4 years of writing.
Who is my audience?
Who do I need to be speaking to?
Who will capture my heart as I pour it out?
And it’s just hit me:
Jesus is my audience.
This isn’t to hyper-Christianize myself. This is just reality.
Whom I write for, determines the love that flows from my heart.”
You can read more here: http://www.marniarnold.com/how-cake-revealed-my-audience/
» Posted By Marni On 06.09.2014 @ 7:27 am
He didn’t even say goodbye. But I knew he was gone. He leaves me often. I never expected it but one day he returned. And I’m not quite ready for that.
» Posted By Marni On 03.07.2013 @ 7:29 pm
I knock out. Find my peace of mind. In pieces. It’s all hidden for me to find. In the dream world colors are all wrong. The peace doesn’t last long. Until I’m awoken by the sharp ringing alarm.
» Posted By Marni On 02.27.2013 @ 5:50 pm
The heart stopped it’s bleeding. It’s dried up not beating. The body is over heating. Maggots and creature of the earth. Start to feed and rebirth upon it’s skin. Hanging loose and pulled up tight. Against the bones. Creatures make homes. Rotting inside. Where this person died.
» Posted By Marni On 02.26.2013 @ 7:47 pm
You and I we’re done and it’s over I think I know that but deep down nothing is certain. Nothing makes sense these days when we’re together everything is just in the moment. We live for the moment. And I cave. Into your arms
» Posted By Marni On 02.23.2013 @ 3:19 pm
See here you stand up straight and you call out my name but I don’t answer I fear you will see right through me. I keep on moving. Walking running. And there is something bittersweet in the night knowing. I stalled it all.
» Posted By Marni On 02.22.2013 @ 3:55 pm
Torn up and beat down. Life was here and it tore at the core of it all. Her face. Her body. Her soul. Weathered. By it all.
» Posted By Marni On 02.20.2013 @ 9:15 pm
You ripped my heart out it. Beating. You grasped my love in your hands. Trembling. I’ll die for you my dear. To see it. Clearer.
» Posted By Marni On 02.19.2013 @ 10:28 pm
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The hand grasps things the mind cannot and I haven’t yet grasped that concept. Like how my hand grasped yours and my mind cannot imagine grasping you in such a way ever again. I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I cannot grasp the way your hand is gone..
» Posted By Marni On 02.19.2013 @ 10:26 pm