A Pine Cone Un-pocketed

December 6, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Another day, I would have pocketed this gem, and gathered a few more, with dreams of painting them gold for Christmas along with the grandchildren – laughter and silliness filling the air. This year, I will leave it be, except for the photograph. The Christmas decorating goes on without us. We are chasing the golden […]

Seed Pods

December 5, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

We release our seedspray for their deliverance –mourn the emptiness. (For Cee’s FOTD.)

Shrivelled

December 4, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Wrung out, yet alive –Autumn berries cling to life,and I resonate. (For Cee’s FOTD. Day 2 of travel, and I am feeling the effects.)

RV-Able: 600 Miles From Home

December 1, 2018.Reading time 5 minutes.

The cold is unrelenting, and sleep does not favour us this first night out, so at 4:00 a.m. we decide to take advantage of Walmart’s 24-hour service and get some groceries. The sight of food stirs hunger and from there we find an all night Denny’s and order an early breakfast. That Ric is overtired is […]

RV-Able: Here We Go Again

November 30, 2018.Reading time 3 minutes.

4:15 a.m I am wide awake, my head full of what needs to be done before we set out on our next adventure. Ric is sleeping soundly, so I quietly close the bedroom door behind me and set about my business. Outside the wind howls and as if in response, my right hip aches. Yesterday […]

Resetting the Dial

November 24, 2018.Reading time 2 minutes.

At fifty-nine, I felt quite certain that I knew myself, that I had accomplished, defined and established. It seemed that illness had dictated a framework within which my remaining time would unfold. I had become a non-entity in my former career life, a ghost to many friends. My children mourned the loss of their […]

Withering (FOTD)

November 7, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Others die, succumb but spirit holds fast, believes – defies withering. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Wonderland

Water still as glass Alice-like my mind slips through looking-glass upside down world portraying perfection – halcyon days a small bird’s sweet note rejoices. (Written for Ragtag Community’s, halcyon, and Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: rejoice. Image from personal collection.)

Shells

Combing sand, seeking wholeness aged eyes perceive fragments, sharpened by tidal cycles Inevitable, I surmise and persist. (Written for Fandango’s one word prompt: cycle, and Ragtag Community’s: persist. Image from personal collection.)

Heart Bleeding

Even lamplight cannot penetrate the obliteration of blizzard white – the icy absence between us. Red was the colour of our passion, now red is the colour of this box words spoken in confinement condensation blurring sensibility – the muffled sound of ringing, too cold, too frozen in disbelief to hang up, move on, seek […]

One Woman's Quest II

Category: aging