Lacy Lyon

“I don't buy much anymore
I used to walk in circles
Around the curved edges of
Barstools
Searching
But its all seemed to dissolve
Into a more filling hunger
One that reaches
For the familiar black cotton dress
And the food that's been sitting in the pantry
Because I've stopped preparing for someday
Stopped wandering endless circles
Trying to fill my empty spaces
With things
~
But this is what happens when survival is a given
And status becomes our new obsession
We conflate our needs and wants
No wonder we are all so anxious
Imagine believing you need so much to get by.”
― -Unknown

“...what better time to look ahead than on the first day of a new year. A whole unblemished twelve months stretching out before us like a blank ream of writing paper waiting to be filled.”
― Hazel Gaynor, Last Christmas in Paris

“I know the midst of war is far from the ideal place to fall in love, but true love does not care for time nor place. It will strike whenever and wherever it is supposed to, however improbable it might seem.”
― Hazel Gaynor, Last Christmas in Paris

“Sometimes, I feel I could be blown away on the breeze like a dandelion seed if I don't grasp hold of something solid and permanent and unchanging. No wonder we all flock to church every Sunday. There is a comfort in such permanence as that offered by the centuries-old walls and a vicar who is nearly as old.”
― Hazel Gaynor, Last Christmas in Paris