Gramma, If you only had one wish, what would it be, she asked?My mind immediately answered, to see, to hold, to talk with her Grampa again.As I thought about my answer tears began to form as they almost always do, I didn’t want to upset her, so I chickened out and said I didn’t know.I…
She often wondered about traditions what they were and who they were for. Were they for the living, or in memory of the dead? To which did they honor? What were their origins and how important are they really? There are the traditions that are passed down to us by our family, our ancestors and…
She sat quietly looking out the window of the bus. She was careful to keep her face blank of expression and avoided all eye contact with everyone hoping to discourage any form of communication. She was sure that if someone looked too closely, they would be able to see past her carefully placed mask, read…
Once upon a time in a long-forgotten corner of an attic sat a child’s toy from many seasons past. It was tucked away behind boxes of bobs and forgotten treasures, hidden under a mountain of dust and a thick blanket of time. Painted on the sides of the curious box were images that had once…
Soft pink streaks form across the sky, No wind stirs this slumbering morn, The scent of dew floats on the mist, The world stretching, yawning, re-awakening anew. All is quiet in the dark forest deep The clearing still in slumber sleeps, Before the creatures of the wood awake, Not a sound, even a hushed breath…
At her table she sits with crystal and candle Awaiting the Fool to arrive With his pockets a jing’lin And possessions in tow With his trusted little friend at ths side. The Carni’vale has come to town With tents and games a’plenty Enticing all with coin in purse To join the fun Adventure awaits the…
On the first day she sat by the window watching the caps atop the waves. A scene that was continually moving, shifting, churning the algae green and sandy browns against the rocks. The smell of the sea lifted in the drops upon the wind forming a mist that hung like a curtain where the water…