The Egg

HemmingPlay

Eye of wonder

[Resurrecting this one again ( no pun intended)–One of my favorites, to lighten the mood a bit. I first posted this seven years ago this month. With what we’re all going through, I thought we could use it again.]

By Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked…

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Stranded

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Zoewiezoe

In the midst of all this water

In the lake of tears I cried

I sit here on my island

Trying nothing but to hide

From what’s falling down around me

And the ruins left inside

Constantly wishing, hoping, praying

That my pain will finally subside.

But as the sky around me darkens

And sun gives way to night

All I see is shadows crawling

Into spaces that had light

Before I came here to this island

Before I gave up on the fight

So now I sit here on my Isle of Tears

Alone and broken down

And all that there is left to do….

Is accept that I am stranded.

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Return to Nature

LUNA

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to…

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Alight

Sarah Doughty

“I always loved the way your blue eyes
lit up when you looked at me.”

In the pre-dawn light, I feel the warmth of the day seeping into my bones. It reminded me of the way your eyes lit up. How the brilliant blue sometimes refracted little bits of orange when you smiled in my direction. It reminded me of the way your hand entwined with mine felt warm and safe. Never uncomfortable. But then sun inevitably creeps over the horizon, searing my eyes and burning my flesh, making me beg for night to return again. If only to look up at the stars and remember the depth I saw in your gaze when your eyes locked with mine.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

If only to see
your eyes again.

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A Different Kind of Grateful (Elfchen-Style)

Please come and enjoy Celaine’s wonderful Elfcens of being Grateful! Enjoy!

Steps In Between

Isolation during the holidays is and will be…different. I am heartbroken for the routines and traditions of many families now altered in our world today. Although looking more thoughtfully, I see a new perspective rise beyond the ashes. Perhaps we’ve grown a bit soft. Life is full of challenges. This is surely one of them. And its crying for the attention of all, not going anywhere until we see it through. So, I intend to do just that. I will still make memories…new memories.

Here are a few Elfchen poems that scattered across my thoughts this Thanksgiving:

Gratefulness

folded loosely

under dinner plate;

a table set for

one.

Thanksgiving

meals shared

across many miles.

True hearts never measure

distance.

Holidays,

never alone

with closed eyes.

Aromas and flavors create

memories.

Family,

including those

not physically home,

clasp hands in mind,

gathering.

Grateful

lives lived,

when one remembers

to give thanks…

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