fire | Caramel

You seem like someone who once flew fearless and free

Then battered by a storm, knocked right out of the sky

Still nursing broken wings and waiting for feathers

We’d love to see you soaring again up on high

Image by Karl Allen Lugmayer from Pixabay

There are so many of us who feel the pain you must have been through. How many of us would love to heal your wounds and bring back to you the treasure that was taken from you. Your courage and endurance are an inspiration and not a few of us are left with tears after reading about your challenges.

All we can do is read…and like…and comment – our little token of support and appreciation. It is the very least we could do. But if we were neighbours, or friends, and not just bloggers, I am sure we would be eager to do more. And there would be many evenings around the camp-fire with sizzling soya sausages waiting to be devoured. I am sure many of us would bring cake. And whether it is whisky, Becks Blue or herbal tea, there will be plenty to wash down the bangers and cake. I would bring the karaoke machine. I would hope there would be some football.

It wouldn’t solve anything. It would just be fun, and a little light-heartedness. We want you to have more light-heartedness. More and more light-heartedness, until those wings heal and you find yourself flying again. With the woman who was the world to you inspiring you and all of us cheering you. That’s what we all want for you.

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This post was inspired by a couple of comments between me and another blogger (who might be cringing with embarrassment when he realizes this is about him!) …

….and is also my response to THE ELEMENTAL CHALLENGE hosted by Tereas aka The Haunted Wordsmith:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/10/elemental-writing-challenge-april-10/

I normally watch children’s film’s. I feel safer with them. They make me laugh and I enjoy them. Adult films are not something I enjoy (and I just mean any film that is not rated as suitable for a universal audience or perhaps those for parental guidence), there are very likely going to be scenes that I don’t enjoy. When I stop enjoying a film, I leave the room. My friends carry on watching it, but they know what I am like, so they don’t ask if I want them to pause the movie.

I start pottering around the kitchen, washing and drying dishes, folding up the tea-towels neatly, rearranging the cups and mugs in cupboards or see if my friends have any magazines lying around.

My friends told me they thought I would like the film “The English Patient”. I could tell there was some nice cinematography – but it was much too adult for me, right from the start. I felt the dread that comes over me when I feel uncomfortable in a situation and have an urge to escape. I could not sit and watch it, yet my curiosity was piqued and I did want to know what happened to the main characters.

Towards the end of the movie, my friends yelled, “Quick! Get in here!”

I rejoined my friends and watched as the plane carrying the two main characters crashed. He grabbed her from the pit she was sitting in. He carried her through the desert sands to a cave. They both realized he would have to go for help. She would have to stay in the cave alone waiting.

Tears started streaming down my face because now I understood the scenes right at the start of the movie. The aeroplane at the start which was on fire. Totally different scenario. That was after he had managed to get back to the cave.

I cried for weeks afterwards. This is why I cannot watch adult movies. It’s much safer to stick with cartoons. Whenever I see a plane like this it reminds me of the movie I didn’t watch – except for the first ten minutes and the last fifteen minutes.

I really wanted to write an adventure fiction…but I could not get my head past the plane and remembering the few minutes I saw from that from that film “The English Patient”.