WHISPERING AND PULLING

I know she’s there, next to my shoulder.

HUMMING

The humming sails through the room on warmed air.

SPROUTING AND TAKING ROOT

I have two angels and a fairy sitting on my desk, watching me.

IMPERMANENCE

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. – Annie Dillard

A MILLION THOUGHTS

I have a million thoughts meandering through my brain, but none of them crave the microphone. None of them rise to the forefront.

THE UNIVERSAL SPIRIT OF “WE”

Shade sweeps across my toes and hair as my hips sway. I talk low, threading words into sentences, traversing the wireless to another. Her voice, small and intelligent, vast in her breath of language, is articulate and a joy.

WHEREVER, WHENEVER

She is round and fluid in a long floral skirt and a salmon-colored short-sleeve shirt. She drinks coffee, and her gaze flits over the room. Her lips are thin but sweet, smiling when anyone speaks.

IS LOVE MORE PAINFUL THAN HATE?

I heard a song the other day, something about love being more painful than hate.

GRIEF ROSE UP

I could say that it was easy, sitting there with her, watching her die, but it wasn’t. There was nothing easy about it, nor awful for that matter. It was what it was.

NO LONGER THERE TO BE SEEN

I have a beautiful bookshelf tucked into our living room wall, which contains a plethora of books. I have an old rocker next to the bookshelf and a decent lamp that gives adequate light for reading.

CHERISHED GIFT

I hear my oldest son playing piano, a new song he’s learned that he renders with little effort. His fingers grace the piano keys as if he’s played before, but he hasn’t. I’m amazed at his talent and intuitiveness.

TIME TOGETHER

I sat with a friend a few days ago, me drinking an Americano and her a chai, and discussed our lives and perceptions. We’ve changed over the years, a little wiser, possibly a little smarter, but definitely happier. We touched on spirituality and what that means, our families and loved ones.