March 25, 2019
March 30, 2019
WHAT’S A KILLER TO DO?
I creep along the floral wallpapered hallway, the colors muted under the moonlight filtering in from the kitchen. The house is silent, nothing rustles, and I steady my steps.
March 18, 2019
THOSE FRIENDS STILL VISIT
Imaginary friends visited daily when I was a kid, conversed with me, shared ideas and thoughts, asked questions and offered answers that sometimes made no sense. I listened anyway, because they were part of me.
March 11, 2019
HITCH AND SHUTTER
Courage doesn't exit without fear, and, yet, sometimes fear is where all things stop and root into the earth, never to leave, never to breathe, never to shine.
March 5, 2019
WILL THEY FOLLOW ME
I have a favorite tea cup, one that melds to my hand, glazed in earth-tone colors making it appealing to the eye. I cherish it. Love to put boiling water and loose Rice Pudding tea in it to steep. I am pleased, and, at times, restored.
November 29, 2018
REACHING THE CENTER
A friend and I walked a labyrinth today. An eleven-circuit labyrinth haloed with lavender. Even with all the snow, the lavender tinted the air with its scent. We walked in silence, crunching through the snow, one foot after another, until we reached the center.
October 23, 2018
ALWAYS TIME FOR GOOD DISCUSSION
Life keeps whispering to me, "Stay in the conversation," but I don't instinctively take that advice. I'm more apt to leave the conversation than use my voice; instead, hightail it out of there.
October 1, 2018
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.
July 27, 2018
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.
July 3, 2018
NO GOING BACK
She wanted to say something, the truth preferably, but all her words stuck in her mouth, hung up on her tongue, forever secured and tethered to going nowhere.
June 22, 2018
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.
June 20, 2018