Category: My words

The tree moved slowly with the wind as it moved through it. It swayed slowly back and forth. They were one. The wind and the tree. They made each other. Without the other, they were alone. But together they had meaning. They had life. From silence to beautiful music. Only together were they alive. The […]

She looked at me intently as she described the last moments of her time on earth with her husband.  She told me how she sat with him holding his hand in hers. He was almost gone and he said slowly, “I always loved you.”  She noted his use of past tense.  Not long after that […]

His fingers wrapped around the hammer’s handle and he squeezed it tightly as it became part of him.  He lifted it slowly and focused intently on the glowing ore in front of him.  His arm and body strained as he lifted the hammer to the height of his head.  The hammer fell through the warm […]

The hammer fell through the warm air of the blacksmith’s shop and it struck soundly on the ore.  His eyes lit with fire as he stared into the amber glowing steel.  The heat coming from it making him sweat.  His hands, arms, back and body aching from the lifting of the hammer as his body […]

He watched the fire and, as he did, he fell deep into it and became spell bound by the light and warmth of it.  Deeper and deeper he went until his very soul was immersed in the dancing flames.  He felt the faint but recognizable murmur from a long time ago.  He called to it […]

He walked into the sunlight for the first time as he did many times. The light danced around him bathing him in the warmth of rebirth. And he knew once again the abundance of the world. He walked forward knowing the simple happiness of what could be.

To gently become untangled, to float, and to go where the wind takes my soul.

He stared into the depths of the pool below him.  It seemed unending and overwhelming.  But he didn’t turn his gaze away despite his mind screaming for him to escape.  His heart fell into the chasm and tumbled away from him and became free in the falling.

To be loved and seen.  To be remembered.  To resemble something familiar as you return to a room.  To never feel forgotten.

The alchemist stood there looking into the fire.  He knew over the moments to come, something new would emerge from the mixture he’d so carefully shaped.  In time, there would be something new where nothing stood before.  It was the only thing that made him whole.