Amnesia is not a dreaded word. It has not been one for decades. One can find life again and reconnect. Somehow, this episode is different. I find myself in a world without Facebook and Instagram. There is no digital backup of life, and no tattoos on my body. The fire has damaged more than my … Continue reading Human mind
one step forward, two steps backwardtill I know not where to golost map, broken compass, yet ....the needle keeps me going till I know not where to govision obscured by wallsthe needle keeps me goingtakes me somewhere, where I need to be vision obscured by wallsa pointer to destinytakes me somewhere, where I need to … Continue reading One step forward, two ….
It’s an unusual sight – soldiers pouring in bottles of Old Monk rum down the throat of a frozen mule, to generate heat within. The mule is a comrade who stepped on thin ice, with a burden on his back, and was buried in snow. There is no way that a soldier lets go of … Continue reading Fire in the snow
Living forward, looking backward ……. by Michael
The older I get, the more this seems the only way to exist. There was a time when my family was known as the “remember when” family. We spent a lot of time remembering when things happened and when you have kids that is not difficult as they give you so much to remember.
Those memories so often bring you a sense of joy and laughter recalling the various acts committed by different family members and its good to know you have a history and one that is worth recalling.
But as I age the past is something so easily looked back on, but the future is where expectation lies. There is an urge to write it all down and leave a written account for future generations, and I’ve started doing some of that.
The problem with looking backwards is you not only have the good stuff to consider, but…
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I wonder how a week passes off in a jiffy, and it is time to interact with your deep thoughts once again. I did toy with the idea of creating a prompt library, and pulling out one each week. But then, it would take away a lot of spontaneity. It would not chart my mental … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #76
The face I meet inside is not as scary as the ones etched on the gate. She has pale, alabaster skin with a wide-eyed innocent look. I wonder aloud how she lives alone in that expansive space. I expect fear in her eyes, but surprisingly, she looks okay with it. Born to the manor, perhaps, … Continue reading I don’t like being alone
The sky was clear now, after a rainy spell of many years …. that’s right – years, not days or months. She had wished to soak in encouragement, enthusiasm and admiration. But her near and dear ones had chosen to be dampeners instead. They feared her power, the expanse of her flight and they feared … Continue reading Alone
A wing fell off, right in middle of the act, and little Linda forgot her lines. She could get up and walk. She could recognize her classmates and teachers in the audience, who were not there, a while ago. What happened to all those elves and sister fairies, who were guiding her to reach out … Continue reading Why Wing It?
