I read the brochure and wonder: Dare I? Dare I not? This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to go away without really going away at all.
Or, well, going far away to a destination unknown by taking a 15-minute drive to a tiny shop called “Dreamscapes.” Continue reading
I’m enervated and enthusiastic as I return home after meeting with some of my writing besties for lunch. Ah, the stories we share!
Smiling, I park in the garage, gather my purse and lunch leftovers, and open the door into my home, ready for a hot cuppa tea.
But then I stop as if an anchor is placed on my ankles. Something is wrong, or at least not right. I feel a subtle shift in the house. Yes, a shift.
Occasionally, I get this sensation; after all, a house is not a static object. It’s full of wood and plaster and beams and then walls and ceilings that absorb all the inhabitants’ moods and pains and joys and … I suppose some may think I’m weird. But living space is alive with energetic cells released by each of us. Continue reading
Time for a talk, or more for a listen,
I pray as I lay me down to sleep.
My mom’s voice, her face, I crave a vision
To help give me a needed treat.
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Hold fast. Now is just now, it’s not then. Hold fast.
“Did you hear that?” I ask Natalie.
“What?” my daughter replies. She is much more practical than me. She only hears what is “visible” to her ears, so to speak. Continue reading
So many impossibles in this world: Life. Creatures. You, and Me. I could count the ways that I feel like a mystery guest as I breathe into each day. I’m on the edge (are you?) between living a life in light or just pretending this will work. The feeling of just doing time, of walking across a frozen river and wondering if I’ll hear a crack, and yours truly will fly away (or under) into a rabbit hole big enough for one. Continue reading
