Moments

By Laura Lovehearts

Endeavouring to live in the moment, moment by moment, Laura Lovehearts shares 60 inspiring moments brought to life through the wonder of words...

Prefecing onto existing

Moments of sheer depth, delight and clarity, capturing both the inner and outer experience of life, in vibrant pictures and ever-changing tunes. Rich and profound in flow, yet simply spellbinding in the way they stand still, mid-air. The light, hidden at times in the dark, shines forth to reveal the treasures found in each precious moment. This gentle heart-to-heart offers the reader permission to feel; to experience and explore; to wander away from the words into the wonder of their very own inner and outer reality, and to feel free.

‘Laura is an extremely gifted and deeply profound writer. A rare find, and such a treat to feast on. A truly enlightened read.’......Gaynor Barrett

‘The energy of this book is as significant as enjoying the pictures painted. It can heal people in ways they will not realise!’......Andrew Richardson

‘A dazzling display of dancing delights.’......Aiden Shingler

‘A remarkable mind, sensitive to the world within and without, with the ability to express perspective observations in a refreshing individual style.’......Don Hughes

‘A really playful, innocent and comforting read ... the literary equivalent of a favourite blanket.’......Alex Davis, creative writing tutor and publisher, Boo Books

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura Lovehearts
• Release date: Jun 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781910256367

Book preview

Dancing like Diamonds

Your words landed like lanterns, lighting up my heart. Five little words woke me, almost choked me, startling me back to life. It was like you asked me to marry you and I said YES!

Words, dancing like diamonds out of the silence. Crisp and crystal clear, cut into shapes that I could hear. I was delighted, excited, ignited, like a sprite in the night. Whirling, twirling, swirling into the air, with flair.

Words can make people stare, beware, compare, despair. Where would we be without words? Sublime in silence, still in subtle surrender. Oceans of celestial silence, spouting, spurning, source of secrets. Mix the two together for a cocktail or two, words and silence, silence and words; a little bit of this and a little bit of that. A splish, splash, crash and sh…

Shopping for words like shopping for chocolate. Sh…

Words, wondering which way to go. Up, down and round-about, sing, shout and dance about. Twiddling, sizzling, singing their song, with different tunes on every tongue. Seen or heard: dispelling, compelling, discerning, concerning, destruction, construction. Language, learning, leaping into life. Stories unspoken; stifled expressions seething; unheard in a world of words: waiting, anticipating, silently standing, seeding, perhaps even ‘pleading’ for fresh air and freedom. Lost in despair, or lit up with glare, words reel, reveal, relive and forgive.

They can make you weak at the knees: please you, tease you, squeeze you, squash, crush and cradle, de-stable, distract, contact, connect and protect. They quite freely attack you or wash away your tears and fears, show off your years, strip you, and trip you. Trick or treat you, beat you, meet and greet you.

Words wither, dither, slither, quiver, flow like a river.

Remember reminders: reminders remember. Words click, clack and stack. Smack at us, choke us, joke with us, smoke through us. Words whistle and wander, go way o’ yonder. Yawl, yodel, doodle and dawdle. Draw you near, whisper in your ear, so you can hear, before they quite simply, just disappear.

What was it you said? You love words, don’t you?

The moment I said, Yes! we were married, words and I.

"Yes I do, it’s true, I do love you. I even want to marry you. I do, I do, I do! Oh words, will you be my wife, my life, my trouble and strife? Join me where ‘silence is golden’ and embolden on our bands, which we shall ere wear upon our hands, those three fine words: ‘I love you’.

Butterfly of Wonder

The most beautiful heavenly angel told me a story today.

I looked up at her, in awe of her sweetness and beauty: spellbound, inspired. Beaming back, angelic lashes spreading an inner radiance like rays of sunlight showering through eternity. Truly the voice of an angel, singing a story of sweet remembrance, softly succinct yet striking at every note.

She had been around sixteen. On a train. The wind had carried a butterfly in through the window. Thinking it to be dead, she cupped it in her hands, intending to bury it once off the train. I could imagine her kissing it softly, blowing it tenderly to heaven on wings of love.

She recalled the moment, surprise apparent, when it started to flutter in her hands. Reliving the moment of stunned realisation that the butterfly was still alive, her eyelashes fluttered excitedly, and I felt the tickling of butterfly on my palms. Sweet words explained how it had been cold and the heat of her hands had warmed it back to life.

I felt each moment as if I’d been there; felt the joy, the surprise, somehow the everything … the life that had given her life that lift all those years ago, was now lifting mine! A life reborn, gifting birth to such fresh new moments now. Oh the joy! The wonder… A shared moment of life. Alive! Our hearts sang silently in the secret unison of harmony. Oh the sweet harmony of union! Simply sweet with sweet simplicity!

She had cried and cried for days after.

While this butterfly had found freedom, I wondered whether this Angel’s heart had been touched by the flavour of reality so rarely tasted; a reality where life and death eat of the same food, walk on the same track. So sensitively and so deeply touched by the unspeakably soft wings of beauty, by an invisibly paper-thin, yet very real butterfly.

A life touched by Life and now living. Really living. Undoubtedly living with grace in a world full of butterflies.

Moments touched by love in a world full of wonder.

Basic Mechanics

I had a moment this morning. It was so brief I needed a butterfly net to catch it. I didn’t have one! But the moment…

I was leaning against a warm radiator in the bathroom, cleaning my teeth. I had just reminded myself that all would be well as long as I remembered, always, to only be alive to the moment only. Be in that moment; not be anywhere else; not wander off down the wandering paths of my mind’s meandering. Not be led astray.

Anyway, in that moment, I was part of a giant machine, the part that was cleaning itself. I saw the world as a giant machine, all working with one purpose. Everyone and everything parts of one giant metal machine.

All this one bit of machinery was doing, was moving its arm up and down, rubbing bristle against teeth, to clean these particular functioning parts. Functioning to keep the functional functioning. The all-important teeth to chew; to chomp at stuff; to fuel other, smaller parts of this self-monitoring machine. Strange, that this bit of the machinery was watching itself