At times, she walked deep in thought. It appeared she was caught up in a world far away. Often it seemed to weigh heavily upon her; other times she seemed wild-eyed and looked as if she was enthralled with an alternate universe–perhaps, flying through the outer reaches of the cosmos, watching the meteor showers falling all around her. I wished I could see those things inside her head.
Tag: freedom
out of the basement
We have “Big Garbage Day” once a year in our town. Last Spring it provided the perfect opportunity to clean out our old, unfinished basement. After hauling several loads of unwanted junk up and out to the curb, I was finishing up by sweeping the basement floor. It was rather dark and dingy down there…actually,…
holes or heights?
It’s easy to fail. In putting myself out there in life…inevitably I trip up and I fall flat on my face. Sometimes I don’t even realize what I have said or done…or not said or not done, until later. Then regret churns within me. I let my focus return again…and again to that place of…
mari mayborn 