Crossroads

Crossroads To believe or not to believe, every person must ask this question sometime. I chose to believe early on but it was a decision that stayed with me even during the darkest times. I have been furious with God, (I tell him that he puts way too much faith in me.) But I never…

One Noble Thing

Disappointment Ironically, long before I made the Facebook post that caused my little disaster last week, I had started rereading “A Series of Unfortunate Events.” If you are looking for a series of happy children’s books with delightful stories about how a trio of children have one after another interesting and uplifting adventure do not…

Earth’s Last Defense

Earth Crawling from the water, with each touch Ghostie felt them dying in the dirt beneath her hands. A landslide from the mountain buried a metropolis. The city had sat between the sea to the rising sun and an ancient mountain to the setting. Now it was a mass grave. Not hundreds, nor thousands but…

Locked

Locked Locked and lost for many years Beyond count are my tears Because of threats feeding fears   How sad this is repeated when courage was greeted they only like me defeated   For many years locked and lost I must try at all cost and melt this lock like a frost   Not today…

Lost People

Fog She said it was foggy the night they met. She said that she was attracted to him from that first meeting. When he left and was gone for a year, she missed him everyday. Nobody else had made her feel that way. I thought it was appropriate they met in the fog. He had…

How to Fake Courage

Fake It was my favorite of Grandpa’s stories, how he faced a charging bull. It is also the story I have found the most valuable. He was quite matter of fact about it. He was visiting a farm with a group of fellow agriculture students, when an angry bull charged him. He said the other…

Dancing With Skeletons

Closet Last week I opened my closet and found an old forgotten suitcase, opening it a little disaster hit me in my face. Like opening any forgotten object left to rust, at first it was hard to breath through the smell of dust. It’s strange how such things, closets and suitcases, open and close with…

Her True Self

Breath when doing yoga she struggled to feel her breath fully from inside   then at a retreat during some self-hypnosis she saw a young child   who saw colors float who got lost in touching things who loved to bounce   she started sobbing with a deafening ringing sounding in her ears   she…

My Own Little Disaster

Disaster Yesterday I posted a paragraph (only 258 words) on Facebook that I had waited twenty years to tell my nephews and explain why I had to be so distant all these years and how sad I was about that. One of them had read my post “the suitcase didn’t matter” and made a comment…

Snap! He was Dead.

Snap When did I change from thinking my weird dreams were just dreams and I finally believed they were . . . more? It started April 16, 2007. I was never so aware of the presence of a protective spirit in my astral dreams than I was in the dream I had that morning. I…

the Suitcase didn’t matter

Suitcase She left the suitcase at the bus station the day she left, the day she got away. No locker to put it in she left it in God’s hands. Her ticket was not until the next night but she had to leave early to escape. The night before the woman told her she could…

Men Without Legs

A dusty crossroads somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line, a wagon waited, loaded with pine boxes. The men hovered watching mournfully. No one could see them, looking longingly at the coffins. None could hear them begging to be buried. Even I could not look long. The Union uniforms tattered trousers ripped to show broken rotted…