Battling claustrophobia, I take my first steps
Onto the plane, my hand blessing the metal while using
X-ray vision to imagine a beam of light spreading and Continue reading
Author: roughwighting
Delicate Object
Sometimes I wonder if souls can shatter, despite their superb strength.
As I drive the seven hours to my mom’s facility where she is suffering from end-stage dementia, my heart beats fast and fills up with pale blue, silky pink emotions. At 6:30 a.m. I’ve been driving for over an hour. The sun begins its rosy ascent over the paved hard highway, and I’m lulled by the soft snores of my daughter in the passenger seat and my two young grandsons in the back seat, covered from chin to toe in soft flannel blankets. Continue reading
An Ode to Weather
The day began when the sun soon arose
But of course in New England that’s a hoax
Because all of our days do begin, yes,
But often the sun’s hidden, I confess. Continue reading
She’s Baaaaack
Although I see the pixie face at the window, I widen my eyes in the dark, disbelieving.
The entire tiny form then somehow squeezes through the fractionally opened window. A cold November air has swiftly turned the bedroom frigid, causing me to burrow deeper into my flannel sheets, but my eyes remain outside the comforter.
In the 2.a.m-dark-room, I watch the silvery shadow move swiftly from window ledge to underneath the bed.
She’s back! Continue reading
Mind Stretcher
Some of my friends think that I’m psychic.
Of course, that’s ridiculous.
I can’t see into the future.
But I do think of myself as a mind bender, or perhaps a better term is mind stretcher.
We all are.
I just believe in our spirit-given gift more than others.
And that is exactly why I decided to use that gift flying 3,000 miles over the land last week.
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