Anita Diament
Anita Diament
powerful flower night
In Egypt, I loved the perfume of the lotus. A flower would bloom in the pool at dawn, filling the entire garden with a blue musk so powerful it seemed that even the fish and ducks would swoon. By night, the flower might wither but the perfume lasted. Fainter and fainter, but never quite gone. Even many days later, the lotus remained in the garden. Months would pass and a bee would alight near the spot where the lotus had blossomed, and its essence was released again, momentary but undeniable.
love knowing secret
One of my great secrets was knowing I had the power to make her smile.
soul said very-good
Weeping is terrible for the complexion" said Leonie, holding Shayndel close, "but it is very good for the soul.
passion men office
Until very recently men and women inhabited very separate spheres. There was always interconnection, passion, love. But men and women didn't hang out at the end of the day and chat about what their day was like at the office.
heart would-be cry
I wanted to cry, but I realized that I was too old for that. I would be a woman soon and I would have to learn how to live with a divided heart.
beautiful necklaces painful
The painful things seemed like knots on a beautiful necklace, necessary for keeping the beads in place.
beautiful sunset golden
He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.
song strong prayer
I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.
blue tears mouths
One of his tears fell in my mouth, where it became a blue sapphire, source of strength, source of strength and eternal hope.
color voice rainbow
They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.
walks
Wherever you walk, I go with you. Selah.
world stories found
The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.
real color add
There's nothing quite like a real . . . train conductor to add color to a quotidian commute
giving-up reading writing
I tell writers to keep reading, reading, reading. Read widely and deeply. And I tell them not to give up even after getting rejection letters. And only write what you love.