"People, like houses, hold their secrets. Sometimes the secrets inhabit-- The Gift by Cecelia Ahern
them, sometimes they inhabit their secrets. They wrap their arms tight to hug
them close, twist their tongues around the truth....
....people who, not unlike parcels, hide secrets, who cover themselves with layers until they present themselves to the right ones who can unwrap them and see inside."
Cecelia always seemed to make sense. Her books are more than just books.
With words streamed nicely.
"When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing-- 'If you could see me now' by Cecelia Ahern
sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off
the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's
completely silent. You would think as it's so important it would make the
loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort some sort of
ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it's
silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the
pain"
How beautiful, those words. Something seemingly simple, being described so precisely.
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Everyone has different therapeutic means; an avenue for us to express, or relax.
It could be drawing, painting.
Or singing out loud. Or whispering songs so soft, only you can hear.
Something that we are good at. Something that we enjoy doing.
And something that feels right to, and for, us.
For me, being around kids is therapeutic.
Just hearing their laughter and voices.
And being part of them.
Reading books is therapeutic too. With something to munch on, preferably. And a nice sofa or bed.
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