Solstice's Quiet Call

Solstice's Quiet Call

By Annette Camp

December 21, 2024

Solstice arrives, not with fanfare, but with a whisper,

and a blanket to drape across the world’s shoulders.

She asks for our pause, our willingness to listen,

to sit in the shadows of our own minds and hearts.

But we fight her gentle pull with distractions:

the hum of consumerism, adult beverages, and

the glow of screens replacing starlight and faces.

We flee inward not into ourselves, but into noise.

Yet winter waits, patient and unyielding,

as Solstice whispers of quiet and rest.

For in her silence is an invitation to mourn, 

to mend, to make peace with the passing year.

And when the light begins to slowly return,

when the seed stirs deep in the frozen soil,

we will rise, not hurried, but renewed and

ready to bloom beneath the sun's warmth.

The Writing of Our Story

The Writing of Our Story

By Annette Camp

(Inspired by someone named Lou)

November 16, 2024

Our relationship stands as a foundation,

built brick by brick—

character and chemistry,

communication and commitment.

Each stone is placed with care,

honoring needs,

wrapped in patience,

held by honesty.

Together, we create a sanctuary

where mutual respect and understanding

become our guiding light.

We lean into each other’s strength,

knowing the weight is shared,

that standing tall is easier

when two carry the burden.

Life is a dance of joy and challenge—

exhilarating leaps,

stumbling steps.

Yet I want us to navigate it all together,

transforming disappointments into growth,

frustrations into understanding.

Love is our compass.

I crave an intense closeness,

a space where fears, joys, and dreams

are whispered without hesitation,

where two people united

can conquer anything.

My love runs deep, passionate—

a fire that warms through words,

through touch,

through the unspoken.

Intimacy is the pulse of our connection,

the thread that binds us tightly.

Life’s gift is not to be squandered;

it is to be shared,

to be lived with unrelenting passion.

When I give my heart,

I want it cherished as though it were your own,

just as I will treasure yours—

a bond that turns possibility

into something boundless.

I seek a miracle— you,

the woman unafraid to laugh boldly,

to savor life’s simplest joys

and its profound mysteries.

Your soul carries moral goodness,

your heart a reverence for what is sacred.

You are daring and brave,

ready to explore not the world’s maps,

but the uncharted terrain of our hearts.

Together, we will write a story

of love and courage,

etched into the landscape of a life well-lived.

Simple Bliss

Simple Bliss

By Annette Camp

November 15, 2024

The morning air brushing my face, 

the silence brings the promise of the day.

I find enjoyment in picnics by a body of water,

summer spilling its warmth onto a shared blanket.

In spring and fall, I seek the open road,

sunroof framing the vast sky above.

Road trips stretch time —

a moving canvas of possibility.

Winter calls for art, theater and

galleries where the colors of other lives

spill into mine, with the lure of new worlds.

But home is where I snuggle into stillness.

I don’t watch much TV,

but the rhythm of a cooking show

stirs my own creations, spices dancing, 

the kitchen alive with intention.

Sedentary moments find me content:

a game with friends, a book,

or the creation of poetry,

words spilling like water from a dam.

There is beauty in the tiny things:

sunlight slicing through the blinds,

songs belted out in joyful defiance of silence,

the coziness of freshly dried sheets.

I treasure deep laughter that spills into tears,

conversations that stitch hearts together,

the fleeting yet infinite bloom

of split-second gratitude.

My life is created from the ordinary,

and made extraordinary by living simply.

In the moments walked, I find my bliss,

a blessing held in what already is.

The Quiet Hum

The Quiet Hum

By Annette Camp

November 15, 2024

At this time in my life,

I crave the quiet hum of the ordinary—

a soft chair by the window,

the sun laying its hands on my face,

a life stitched together

by moments so small they might be overlooked,

yet they swell with the weight of fulfillment.

I want a life drawn by intention,

where each act is a seed,

its fruit ripened with meaning,

where the thread of our connection

is spun with care, defining what follows,

unfolding a story of purpose.

I yearn for a partner unafraid

to leap into happiness,

to love as if the heart

has never known fracture,

to hold my hand not with possession,

but with courage and wonder.

Together, may we uncover beauty

in the cracks of the everyday,

in the hush of morning dew,

in the laugh lines of an evening shared.

Let us speak truths that carry 

light to the shadowed places,

our words warming 

like the first rays of dawn.

Aware that life comes only once,

may we live as though we’ve just discovered

its fragile singularity—

every morning a blessing,

every walk a revelation.

Let us hold one another in that rare,

fleeting moment where destiny pauses,

and everything, for a breath,

feels within reach.

I want the ordinary—

soft and sweet, exhilarating and still,

a canvas where love paints possibility

in strokes of gratitude, passion, and respect.

Each day begins with the 

quiet promise I hold close:

The best is yet to be.