Emily Ellet

beside water’s lap she bows her head alone with herself and her dreams suspended in an afternoon hazy summer sun sighing in harmony with her melancholy and a questioning duck she paints her nails with the satisfied certainty that he will find her there, and thus – taken with the storybook picture woven of solitude, devotion, and glitter – begin her happily ever after after all, she is twelve #Poetry #lake #memories #romantic #dramaticchild #Childhood #Melancholy

Life on the cruise ship has become routine.  Not boring, mind you – but normal, standard, “the usual.”  Just as I’ve found my pre-show ritual or two, my days have found their own rhythm, whether it’s going to Dancercise in the mornings, hiking in Ketchikan, or shopping after church on Sundays. As a result, I’ve noticed, I’m blogging less.  Not because I’m not happy (au contraire!) but simply because there’s not as much new and fresh to share.  I’m sure everything will change