When Time Stands Still


It is in those rare moments when ‘Time Stands Still’ that the quality of the lens through which we view life is enhanced, and the images we see appear more brilliant than ever imagined.

It is not that we do not see,

 but simply, we rarely stand still long enough to truly appreciate the miracles before us.


© Nicole Martin, 2016 All Rights Reserved

All images by Nicole Martin.

When stillness finds us

When Stillness finds us



there are moments in life

when the dust that clouds our appreciation for our blessings

finally settles

and stillness and contentment

  are all that remain.

~Nicole Martin

Photography by

Nicole Martin

Posted in blogging, Deep, Writing

Traveling toward maturity


‘I wonder how I’ll feel when my former self is but a memory.’

Sometimes, just sometimes I wonder what’s going to happen, you know?

What’s going to happen as I change?

“We all change, it happens to everyone” -they all tell me

“yeah, I guess so”

-but I still wonder.

I wonder how I will deal with a diminishing me.

I wonder how I’ll feel when my former self is but a memory.

Will I be happy?

Will I fall apart?

Will life be a mental battle?

Or will I adjust slowly as I pass into the twilight years-like the frog in boiling water syndrome.

Nobody knows, now do they?

Until they get there-which is probably just as well.

I can hear your voices.

You are screaming the words mindfulness, meditation, yoga, and gratitude in my direction-all of which I am a strong advocate

-but underneath the poses, the spiritual mantra’s and behind the never ending quest to find enlightenment,

when I am buried in solitude,

when the sun has been replaced with darkness and I am who I am,

when only truth remains,

will I be scared of tomorrow?

Will I harvest grief for the time that was?

Will I scream in pain for the blood that has passed and left me behind?

Will I waste irretrievable minutes dwelling on the inevitable?

Or will I live forever in a perfect bubble of strength and happiness regardless of what life throws my way?

Regardless of the physical condition I find myself in?

Will heaven find me and shed light on my aging soul so that I might live another day with Joy, Peace, and deep fulfillment?

Will I travel and play cards all night with friends, laugh at bad jokes told by grandchildren and celebrate 5o years of marriage?

Or will I simply do what I do now?

Wake up, and make the best cup of coffee I know how to make. Read something, talk to somebody, check the weather pattern, share toast with my dog, and write stories about how I’ll feel when everything changes one day.

Life is a mystery.


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WordPress Daily Prompt

A Bird, a Plane, You!

Posted in Daily muse, Poem, Writing


Inspired by A not so Jaded Life with their rendition of Tomorrow



Tomorrow, you will walk through a door

It has been closed forever

and so you have always turned back

but not tomorrow

tomorrow it is open

you will not hesitate

hesitation is the sword from which your blood trickles

you will stand tall and forge ahead

like an army of soldiers

away from the old

and into a world of new possibilities

into a world of second chances

and you will close the door behind you

and you will never, ever, ever, look back

because you can’t

and you won’t

not this time

you’re done

the door is open

and you will walk through it

and you will lock it behind you

and throw away the key

and you will close your eyes


and thank God for tomorrow’s promise 

of a brand new sunrise



Lost Time

To My Boy


Posted in Stories

A week of lasts


A week of lasts


This week has been a stark reminder that life is moving forward quickly.

It has been a week overwhelmed with lasts:

Last day of junior school
Last day of senior school
Last day of Uni exams
Last day of their degree
Last day at home with mum before school begins
Last day with heartfelt friends, who will be moving into their unshared tomorrow.

Sharing the Journey of raising children, makes us the same, in so many stupendously, ridiculous ways. The alien within us gradually replaces the person we used to be, creating an imposter hardly recognisable to ourselves, as we are driven deeper and deeper into the daily grind.

We drag ourselves through the long, activity packed days with barely seconds to breathe. We exist, day after day, in a fog of total oblivion, grasping onto anything and everything just to get through, not stopping to observe the rapid changes in our offspring, until it happens.

“Would you like a colouring book darling?”

“OMG mum, I’m in high school, no thank you”

“You are? …..oh. So you are”

They’re in Prep school and then they’re year nine the week after, yet sometimes it feels like it’s been an eternity-how does that work?

Our oblivious little heads remain firmly down as we engage in the necessities for survival-cooking, cleaning, disciplining, a taxi driver, an ATM, a sounding board, moving, running, planning, rushing…

Colouring books and dancing skirts one week, squeaky voices, pimples and smart phones the next. Shoes two sizes too small because the shops are closed after 6pm and dinner still hasn’t made it out of the can. Sport, study, homework, hours in front of the mirror, attitude.

Sound familiar?

…and then it’s gone.

Replaced with happy snaps on social media, leaving us to cry over their achievements and proud moments.

Leaving us blurry eyed and bursting with love as we soak up their graduation frocks, smart man suits and happy, youthful smiles-not a colouring book in sight.

Leaving us silently extending invisible hands in their direction, pleading;

“Come back, come back, to me”

But we let them go,

To live the life they were meant to live.

To explore the world, and find themselves as people.

Our grip on them lessening as their independence flourishes and their wings unfold.

And so I am shocked as the reality hits-

‘This will be me soon’

Already, I can feel my fingers growing, in an unconscious attempt to pull my boys back to me, but as certain as is the rising of the sun, I will hug them with a warm heart and send them on their way-With a packed lunch, a colouring book for amusement, and an intent for them to discover all the firsts in life, as I did.

How sublime and true is this unrealised irony?

For if it wasn’t for  all the lasts, there would never be…the elation, of a magnificent first.

💙Heart Story-N.A.Martin

Posted in Poem, Stories

If you had nothing, who would you be?



Photo credit: Kathleen Tyler Conklin via Foter.com / CC BY


If you had nothing, Who would you be?


Who are you

When your mask is peeled away?

When you lie there naked at the end of a day?

When your heart is maliciously stolen away?

When your truth won’t ever go away?

Who would you be

If stripped of all you know?

With absolutely nothing left to show?

In a world where advantage dare not bestow?

Listen if you will

Calm your mind let demons still

I’ll tell you who you’d be

If all was lost to thee

You’d warm a million hearts and soothe a million souls

You’d lead those lost in winter break free from the cold

Jealously would leave you, appreciation’d return

Elation, acceptance, you’d no longer yearn

Your beauty would transpire, your raw self the light

When freedom is born, you’d give up the fight

So when money and prestige and life simply batters

Trust in yourself, that none of this matters

For when age is upon us and all disappears

All we are left with is the love in our years


💚Heart Story-N.A.Martin



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