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The reflection in the mirror was anything but glamour. Grabbing a scarf and tying around her neck. She thought the pink and blue stripes would add a bit of flair to her suit. It had been ten yers since her last job interview. Looking one more time in the mirror, a tear started rolling down her cheek. Grabbing a tissue from her counter top she wiped her leaky eyes with care. The last thing she wanted was to really her make up or worse show up with raccoon eyes.
Thinking back, she wondered, where did all her confidence go? Intimidation was sitting in her gut. She felt like her breakfast was going to come up. She forgot that she never ate before interviews. Her nerves always got the best of her.
Glancing down at the counter she noticed a piece of paper, the size of a note care. Written on it in big bold red, Brave, Bold, Beautiful You! A card she had been carrying for over 15 years. A friend of hers had given it to her on a wommen’s retreat. It must have fallen out of her bag. No accident, not a coincidence, no a Devine message at just the right moment.
She grabbed the card, looked up at the mirror staring at herself she read the card out loud adding and I. “I am Brave, I am Bold, I am Beautiful.” She might not have believed it about herself, yet she knew her friend would not lie. She held the card up to her heart. Whispering a prayer of gratitude and received the words. All three, a reminder of who she was.
It dawned on her that glamour was not about how she looked. Glamour was about how she felt, and her thoughts could create those feelings. She also realized that if she cut the word in half she would get our. Our she thought was what she felt about our Three Sisters. The Marco Polo group she belonged to. Our group made her believe she was Brave, Bold and Beautiful. She knew she could stop into that interview feeling like she was a woman of glamour. Not becasue of how she looked. No, it was how she felt. A change of mind, three big words and a sisterhood helped her believe inn herself.
One last look in the mirror. She smiled back and said, “you can do this beautiful.” Giggling as she turned away. She grabbed her car keys, briefcase and purse and left for her interview knowing that thanks to her Our she could step into glamour and be the one the chose to join the newest tech company in tow.
» Posted By GmaCis On 07.31.2019 @ 11:23 am
Three bags left on her door step. She almost tripped over them when she went outside to seee if she received her newspaper. She had no clue what could have been in those bags. Her mom and brother were staying with her. She wondered if they had ordered something. If so, why would they come I. Brown paper bags open for all to see.
She took out some stationary and wrote a note to both of them right after she brought the three bags in. “Mom, Jason, did you order something, if so, these bags might belong to you. If not leave them on the counter. I have a feeling that they might have been delivered here by mistake.
The contents look like something Rick across the stree might order. Health food, work out clothes as well as fruit, veggies and protein mix along with a handful of books. Unless one of you started body building, then please by all means put your items away and know I am cheering you on.
It is amazing how much the context of ones bags can tell a lot about one person, don’t you both think? I wonder what you would think of if you could see the weekly context of my grocery bags., Sorry to disappoint you both, it will never happen. I am to private of a person.
Mother, that should make you happy. You created me to be discreet and the proof is in the bags. I find myself laughing as I think about you both peering into certain areas of my life, maybe even blushing a bit. Not that there is something I am hiding. It is just that I like to keep my life private. If I was on Facebook, that would be my status.
Speaking of status, I have been selected as guest speaker of the month by my book club. It is a prestigious selection, one I am honored to say yes to. I will send you both the dates and maybe God willing you can make it together.
» Posted By GmaCis On 03.27.2019 @ 10:26 am
Bags under her eyes. A sign of a long night, lack of sleep and a concern for the call that made its way to her instead of her sister. She wondered as she looked at herself in the mirror. How could someone mistaken her for her sister. She never saw the resemblance, except for the bags. Maybe that was it. The bags told a story of them both, hard workers, women who never seemed to have taken a break from work or worry. Even though she exchanged the word from worry to concern, truth be told, she still worried even though the words were swapped. Her biggest “concern” was the future. The relationship between her and her five siblings. They had not gathered as a group since the day they laced their mother to rest. It had been nine years. She missed the six pack, the Perez bunch. She longed to gather together under one roof, one room, the six of them for a reason, non other than connecting. Wounds had kept them apart, yet she was about to change that. When illness hit one, it effected them all. How was she about to tell them? Individually or collectively? The fear of loosing one of the six ran through all their minds. This might be the answer to the reunion she had longed for. Not the circumstances she would want but so be it.
» Posted By GmaCis On 03.26.2019 @ 11:54 am
The ringing in her ear had been constant. A reminder of the damage she had encountered for the past two decades. After seeing several doctors with all the same diagnosis, she was determined not to let it affect the work she had begun. Tap, tap, tap, click, click, click, every key seemed to make its own sound through her i
» Posted By GmaCis On 03.25.2019 @ 7:39 am
Please pass the hairspray. From across the room I could hear a swoosh. Really! She hollared as the can hit the wall and landed on the bed. “What is up with today?” The two sisters had been in a fights before but nothing like this. They were year a part almost to the day. Most of the time people thought they were twins. Neither of them thought that was cute. They did their best to look anything but alike. No one knew why they were fighting, not even their mom who they both confine in about everything. Ever since they hit 15 and 16 it seems like they are two different people. They had an older brother who was 18 and rarely home. When he was he usually spent his time in the basement creating music and movies. Their mom had past their room when the hair spray was flying across the air. She stepped in and started to say something when the oldest said, “mom, stay out of it!’ Never had she been talked to by either of them like that and in that tone. She was going to get to the bottom of whatever was going on between these two. She had raised them to be best friends. And bet friends is what they had been all these years. What could have caused this break in their relationship? Their dad though it was a boy, that was his first response to his wife. His first conclusion but she couldn’t believe that for a moment. Neither of the girls had any interest in boys at this stage in the life. At least that is what she had thought. Wha could she do to get them to open up. She knew better than to try to force them to share but she also knew she couldn’t ignore wha she was witnessing. She decided to plan to take them out to lunch on the pier. A Sunday brunch and a walk on the beach . It use to be a weekly date after church and Sunday school. That had come to an end several yers back after they had a falling out with the leadership team. It wasn’t that they didn’t believe in a creator or love the teachings of Jesus, they just could not follow a man who thought he himself spoke for God about what others had to say or do. When they stepped away from the team they also stepped away from the community they had been involved in for 15 years. It was not an easy decision but it was a matter of integrity. How could they stay in a system in an organization they no longer believed in? They gave the kids the choice to still go to youth group and for a while they did but they were treated differently due to the falling out with their parents. Rumors started going around about the whole family. People would text them saying they were praying for their salvation and praying for them to come back to the flock. Oh, there was a time when they thought like that. But after all the outreach they did from their own front porch they knew there was more to life than the sinners pray, being dunked and “saved” and giving in a basket to let a group of humans decide how best to distribute your money to the “needy.” When they knew of the needy that were among their own family and neighbors. Was was what was going on with the girls having anything to do with the flail out even after all this time?
» Posted By GmaCis On 02.10.2019 @ 4:49 pm
“Keep it simple.” The last three words she ever heard her mom speak. The flight back to her hometown felt as if she was flying internationally. The two hours felt like eight. She new there was no chance of jet lag. But she had some kind of lag. Her older brothers were useless. They were use to seeing her mom slowly decline. She on the other hand moved out when she was 18. They had an argument over who knew what was best for her. Now with children of her own, she was flying back to tell her mom “I get it.” But as she walked through the hospital doors it dawned on her, she may never get the chance to. She started beating herself up verbally. Quiet chatter in her head. When she left she believed she believed the world was at her fingertips. Decisions had to be made. She was the executor of mother’s health care finacens. Her mother had been paranoid over the last several year. The backdrop of her family tree looked like old broken branches, dried, splintered bark. When looking at it to long it was hard to see where it began and where it could end. More like a bed of weeds pretending to be a flourishing tree. She could. To be fooled.
» Posted By GmaCis On 01.27.2019 @ 2:30 pm
Tap, tap, tap, tap! The sound came from the backdrop of the set rehearsals have been going on for three weeks. This was the first time they all heard the tapping. Every night at nine Lisa would be placing the props back in their bins and every night since practice began she heard the noice. Her fellow thespians would tilt their heads and laugh every night she asked “ do you here it no?” She stopped asking after the second week of rehearsals, a question that brought laughter instead of a yes or no. Here they all were gathered around the prop room helping her fill the bins. Everyone forgot about the tapping until everyone remembered. Tap, tap, tap, Tap! No one was laughing at Lisa’s unspoken question. They looked her in the eyes, and without words they could tell she was asking “do you here it now?”
» Posted By GmaCis On 01.27.2019 @ 1:57 pm
Ouch! The backdrop hit him on the head. He hand practiced the timing in rehearsal at least 6 maybe 7 times. Yet, there he stood with a bruise to prove he once again missed the marked. A battle wound to prove his point.
» Posted By GmaCis On 01.27.2019 @ 7:06 am
Stats matter, the low voice from the other room sounded like she was keeping a secret. His whole life he was taught differently. Be your own person, don’t care what others think. Put your passion above the voices of the crowd. Now he hears the conversation from his parent’s room and it’s a different story.
» Posted By GmaCis On 01.20.2019 @ 2:18 pm
The rug cold and wet beneath her feet. She wondered what caused this. Stepping over rest of the rug, wanting to prevent anymore moister to go through her socks. There was no sign of a leak in the house or through the door. Had someone spilled on it. If so who? She lived alone. Had someone been inside her apartment? Could they still be there? Thinking about leaving, with keys and purse still in her hands. She grabbed her shoes, they were by the front door where she kicked them off like she did evertime she came inside.
» Posted By GmaCis On 01.19.2019 @ 8:49 am
A square piece of plastic with two holes side by side. Holding it in his right hand observing it with his left. He thought to himself what could it be? It appeared to have plastic tape wrapped inside but nowhere for it to come in or out. More like a perpetual wheel, the plastic tape just wound around and around. Sitting in the attic, rifling through his mother’s belongings from the past, he wished she was alive to share with him what this unusual piece of plastic was. He had just blown out all 12 candles on his birthday cake the day before. When he closed his eyes to make a wish, one he had made for the past five years, he knew when he opened his eyes she wouldn’t be there. It still did not stop him from wishing the same wish year after year. Yet, this year he decided if he couldn’t have her back, he would find a way to connect with her. So, his gift to himself was waiting until his father left for his Saturday morning tennis match. He went to a place his father had forbid him to go. He was told it was best to let the past rest. “Rest”, he would think over and over, what does that mean. He longed to know who she was, what she was like and how different life would have been if she hadn’t ended her life early. It was cold and damp in the attic, placing his body through what looks like a trap door in the ceiling, he pulled himself up and through the hole. His eyes grew big, looking around he could tell that all of her belongings had been placed in this place. Above his head all these years. He had been in arms reach and did not even realize it. There was a part of him who wished he could have let the past rest but another part that had become restless over the past two years. A part of him that could not imagine his future without the knowledge of the woman that brought him into this world. He had vague memories. Every year they would slowly slip away and his memories become memories of memories. He use to remember what she smelled like. He knew when she would come and go by her sent but even that had faded with the years.
» Posted By GmaCis On 01.07.2019 @ 7:10 am
She lived to be in a musical. She danced her way into adulthood. Singing any chance, she had. Whether it was in the shower or the kitchen or even on the subway. When the day finally came for her to audition, it was as if she had won the lottery. She knew she was anything but a fantastic singer but what she lacked in skill she made up for in energy and the love for singing and the power to get others to sing along.
When she was a young girl she could get the family to join her in a group sing-along from just the look on her face. She was voted most likely to get a record deal back when records were a thing in her high school. Again, not because she had a great voice but because she had a great spirit that everyone wanted to follow.
Alone she didn’t sound that great but get her in a group and a group she picked out and it was a whole other story. The power she had to harmonize with strangers, the power she had to get people to step out of their own comfort zone in such a short time, that was her true talent.
People believed in her, but they could not tell you why. When they collectively opened their mouths and sang a tune, it was pure bliss, beauty out of words being sung with a group of strangers for just a moment in time. How was she to prepare for an audition that required her to bring along a group of strangers to sit in an auditorium of judges? Who would she pick? How would she pick?
She knew she had to leave the picking up to the spirit, “let the universe lead the way.” She could hear her uncle whispering this truth into her ear as she was pondering how to “get it done.” She had to trust her yes over her fear and move forward on the call. That is what she did, and it became one of the best auditions the music hall had ever heard or scene. The write up in the paper was proof that she did not dream about what she dreamt about.
It was not a dream, this was her reality. There was no turning back. There was no denying all she believes to be true. It was her gift to the word to gather and give back through song and dance. Who cares if she had no formal training in both these two areas. People were inspired and that was all she cared about. She knew in her core that when one is inspired it gives one purpose to get up out of bed every morning. It gives people an undeniable reason to believe.
» Posted By GmaCis On 12.28.2018 @ 8:06 am
The ornament dropped out of her hand. Fell to the ground with no time to try to catch it. Tripping over all the wrapping paper, an obstacle of some kind that caused her to lose her balance. This particuar ornament had been passed down from one family member to the next for the last three decades. Now, where does she go from here? A broken ornament, a broken promise, and broken past. Was it just a sign that everything was coming to an end. The shattering open of the glass ornament felt like the shattering going on inside her heart and soul. Last year at this time they were referred to as a couple, Mr. and Mrs. a family. Now she is not sure what to call herself. She despised the word x, a life that is how you erase and forget. My ex-wife my ex-husband, it seems cold and distant. Even though they were no longer a couple they still shared history, children, and a company that they built together from the ground up. So even though legal they were considered X so and so, she knew in her heart of hearts that their connection was still strong, just on a different level
» Posted By GmaCis On 12.27.2018 @ 8:56 am
Cutting corners seemed like a good idea. Until a letter arrived in her mailbox. Not the kind that she opened on her computer, no, the mailbox that she rarely found items since the arrival of the internet. In fact, her mailbox became a dusty old cave the held junk every now and then. She checked the tiny cave every Friday, more so out of habit. There was never anything important in the box nowadays. At least until this Friday. With interest and a bit of concern, she opened the letter. The first four works brought her to her knees. “you have been caught.”
» Posted By GmaCis On 11.28.2018 @ 7:17 am
How much silverware does one person need? She always thought that as a little girl but here she stood in her childhood home, back from the holidays. Her mother asked if she could set the table. The thought crossed her mind but this time after decades of thinking it, she said it out loud. “Mother, how much silverware does one person need?”
She did not mean it out of disrespect but curiosity, it had been a question that haunted her most of life. She was hoping for a genuine response that would put it all to rest. That is not what she got. Her mother slammed the china plates down on the table, so hard Lily thought they were going to shattered right there in front of them both.
Her mother paused after her dramatic performance looked Little in the eyes and laid into her. It was as if her mother was waiting for this day to come. As if she had rehearsed the speech she was about to give. Gail, that is what her mother liked to go by even though it wasn’t her name and Lily never asked that why. Gail cleared her through, picked up a table setting and started shaking them as she spoke, it must have been her way of making a pint.
“Now, you hear me, Lily Anne, what are you getting at? What kind of judgmental question is that.” It never was a concern of yours before you went away to the University” “What could they possibly be teaching you there that would cause you to return home and ask such a rude question?”
Lily knew her mother was a drama queen, yet she had never seen this side of her. An angry person showed up at the end of the table, an angry person who did not seem to want to have a conversation but give a lecture to her grown daughter. A lecture to her daughter who asked a simple question, not disrespectfully but out of interest she wanted to know.
» Posted By GmaCis On 11.19.2018 @ 7:50 am
“Denied” stamped across her paper. “how could this be” ran through her head. She had entered this building several times over the last year. Denied, what was this all about. Was she reading this right?
» Posted By GmaCis On 11.18.2018 @ 8:15 am
Hghi five! A slap on the hand. A simple gesture. One from our childhood yet it brought great memories as our hands slept into one another as we stopped back/ It was like a time machine. As our fingers touched I was taken back to the summer of 1986.
» Posted By GmaCis On 10.16.2018 @ 8:01 am
His gesture made me feel like I was three again. Did he not see I was a grown woman. It had been over ten years since we had come face to face with one another. I believe he feared my mother’s wrath. Yet, I had not heard the story of why he left one day and never came back. If it had not been for social media and a sister I did not know I had, he and I would not have met face to face. Maybe he would not have ever agreed to meet with me if it had not been for her. How could I have a sister and not even know it? Of course, I knew intellectually but I guess there was still a three-year-old deep inside who was confused. This woman, or teenager who called the same man I called father, father was the one who found me and sent a private message. With a few questions, she was able to connect the dots and confirm that we were related. We shared the same last name, the same blood ran through our veins. Growing up I had always dreamed of having someone to call a sibling. Little did I know that dream would come true so many years later. Now I had questions for him, for Hank. I could not call him father or dad since he decided the day he left never to look back. It was a few years after the door shut that a new one opened along with a new chapter in my mothers and my life. She met a man at her office and they started dating and after a few short months she had a new husband and I had a new dad. A simple I do was all it took, or that is how it felt as a young child. Not really understanding how a mom and dad became parents. I thought it was more about a ceremony than an act between two people. Though I vaguely remember Hank, seeing him after all the years that had gone by, I remembered how he smelt the moment we made eye contact. He did not bring my sister with him, that might have been a little more awkward, though I wanted to meet her more than see him. Hank looked like an old man, or maybe he just didn’t age well. Mom never brought him up, and I never asked. It was here today gone tomorrow and that was all I remembered of the man I use to call my dad.
» Posted By GmaCis On 10.15.2018 @ 8:18 am
My vagina is not a commodity. That is what was running through her head. The purity movement of her church seemed like something from the old testament writings. Where marriage and virginity was a business deal. Saving one’s self-had nothing to do with love but everything to do with a transaction. Making sure that the groom and his family were receiving a possession that had never been touched. Now thousands of years later the purity movement has become a thing, where ceremonies happen within the walls of religious institutions. Rings are put on the fingers of those who have committed to “saving” their selves until marriage. As if the most important part of who they are lies between their legs. Really, is vagina a gift to my husband? What about all the other parts of my body as well as my intellect. And it seems like the emphasis is put more on the girls/woman than the men. It is a confusing message to think that purity is about not having sex before one is married, a tradition from the days of business deals where a woman was property, not equal to men. I have no problem with someone saying they want to wait to experience sex until they are married if done for the right reason, not out of guilt or shame. There are emotional, spiritual and physical reasons that would and could and should be great for one to experience sex for the first time with someone they plan on spending the rest of their life with. However, it does not make one less pure if they choose to experience sexuality before marriage. And what does that mean to those who have been raped, those who have been abused and that area of their body violated, are they no longer pure are they less than those who have never been touched? Is purity not something that starts in the mind? How many girls and boys are walking around feeling guilty and shameful because they made a choice whether in the moment or planned to experience sex? The human body once reaching a certain age and time was and is created to be sexual. How do we tell people to wait when they might be well in their prime. Yes discipline is important and everyone has their own convictions for why they wait or not but to make purity a movement and to place that kind of pressure on young impressionable minds can cause long-lasting damage that I do not believe is a good plan of action for helping young people prepare for that part of coming of age. It has been proven that when you tell people especially young people “do not” they naturally become curious and rebel against the “do not” what would happen if we shared the complete truth about sexuality all aspects and then said we will leave it up to you, I trust you to make the best and right decision for you and if and when you do and you feel like it was too much or too soon then leave space open for conversation around that choice. My vagina is not a commodity, my sexuality is not a gift, I am more than my body and if and when I choose to experience sex it will not be because of pressure but because of my own choice. To think that I am “saving myself” for marriage seems so backward. This kind of thinking and upbringing has been known to backfire as well. More teenage pregnancies happen to girls and boys who were told don’t do, wait, stay pure, what’s between your legs is a gift. This is bullshi.
» Posted By GmaCis On 10.13.2018 @ 9:20 am
The dust from the chalk floated off the board. It looked like magic in the air. Like the teacher was trying to put a spell on the students by simply erasing what she wrote. The chalkboard was more like a place to step into, to disappear for even a moment as the teacher wrote a question for the students to answer and quickly erased her example as for them to come up with their own. Little Tommy in the back row put out his hand hoping to catch some of the dust, hoping that the magic from the leftover words would fall on his hands and he could write about the time he felt like he could be anything he ever wanted to be in the world. Being all of ten years old he felt limited in his choices, though he wouldn’t use the word limited, he just knew inside there didn’t seem to be much for him to choose from. He didn’t want to put down a fake superhero, that felt silly and childish. And even though he was still a child, due to the circumstances of his upbrining he had gone through more in his ten years of life than most people ever due in their whole life time. A loss of a parent, moving schools six times in three years, almost ending up in the system, which he wasn’t sure what that meant but he felt like being in a system met being without his siblings and that made him feel sad and lonely. What he wished he could be was someone who could bring people back from the dead, someone who could breathe life back into the mouth of his mother who he saw dies in her bed as he stood back watching his father cry for the first time. He wanted to bring life back as it uses to be before his mother left them all to fend for themselves. Could catching the chalk dust help him figure out the answer to the question. Tommy was a serious student even though his grades were never the best and his attention was not always fully there in the classroom, he did take school seriously yet he also had much bigger experiences that pulled him from giving his all to the assignments of the day, the conversations between his teacher and classmates and even from participating fully on the playground. Tommy wanted to return to feeling like a kid but he realized those days were long gone, lost when he let go of his mom the night before his 10th birthday. Now almost 8 months later he wonders what he would be or do that could change the world, his world, a world around him if he could do or be anything.
» Posted By GmaCis On 10.11.2018 @ 7:20 am
The strings popped off, one after another. How could ukulele break? I just bought it. I thought it would be a fun hobby and a great souvenir from the island. The strings now looked like hard spaghetti noodles and I was left with this small wooden toy with a hole in the middle. I did not know how to fix the strings let alone where to buy new strings. My dream of becoming a professional player seem to break in to like the strings popping off the wooden box.
» Posted By GmaCis On 10.10.2018 @ 7:16 am
What was so consequential about the moment? The scene was the same as the day before. Okay, he was there, but so what, I had not cared about him for over a year. I did not care about him at that moment. I wish everyone would just get off my back and leave me alone. I did not care, I will not care. It ended badly and it will remain bad.
» Posted By GmaCis On 10.08.2018 @ 8:39 pm
“Not a jealous bone in her body!” I could not believe my ears. Was he in denial about his wife or was he making a joke. The recent outburst at the company party made me think he was joking. John was a wise man. He did not allow the opinions of others to dictate the choices he made. However, if being jealous was an article of clothing, his wife wore it like a jumpsuit.
» Posted By GmaCis On 09.06.2018 @ 9:37 am
“Cousin! How many years?” She shouted over the noise of the music. Weddings and funerals. It seems like those were the times that brought them together. After each celebration, they would both hug in agreement not to wait until the passing of a person our the exchanging of vows. Yet, there they stood, five years gone by and repeated the same sentiment as they did just a half a decade ago. They were more like sisters, closer than a cousin birthed out of I do but she did not know how to make that come in handy.
» Posted By GmaCis On 09.05.2018 @ 7:37 am
The seatbelt burned my fingers. Metal was sitting in the sun all afternoon. By the time I reached my car, it was over 100 outside. I needed to use my napkin just to get the belt on. I remember the time when I did not even think about where the safety contraption and now its a law,
» Posted By GmaCis On 09.04.2018 @ 6:54 pm
Crafty, not a word she would use to describe her daughter. When she found out she was having a girl, she started having dreams of the two of them sewing together, dresses, doll clothes, even tiny socks for tiny feet. Yet by the time her daughter was 5, she could tell that crafty was not in her cars. At least not the crafty she envisioned. But her daughter was crafty, just not in the way she thought of crafty.
» Posted By GmaCis On 08.15.2018 @ 8:42 am
Pedals, dried, stuck to the flower of the atrium. How long had they been part of the floor? Would anyone notice if they were cleaned up? When she looked down and saw how many were there it made her think of the pain of her past in pieces stuck to her heart. Wondering if she could clean it up like one would peal and pull back dried flowers from the ground.
» Posted By GmaCis On 08.11.2018 @ 8:02 am
She saw him out of the corner of her eye. His back was up against the atrium. She had not seen him since the trial. “Should I just walk up and say hi?” She thought to herself. Sweat ran down her armpits, her nerves were in a bunch like bananas clustered together not wanting to be pulled apart.
» Posted By GmaCis On 08.10.2018 @ 9:26 am
The central theme of her life, gone. Everyone was gone. One by one they left her. When it first started happening she thought it was a cousidance. Yet, after the fifth person said their goodbye she took a look at herself and asked, “could this be me?” Having people leave her was something she was used to. She had an attitude of “I don’t need anyone anyway” but now as her 30th birthday was approaching she admitted to herself because herself was all she had that she was lonely. What was it about me, she thought that made people stick around just long enough to make the goodbye not sting but burn. Burn like as if she had sat outside in the sun a little too long, eventually, it would go away and she would forget about the burn and the goodbye. It was Tim for her to address this theme in her life. How? She was not sure but she knew another decade of goodbyes would not be good for her and the feeling of loneliness she finally admitted to herself was something she could no longer handle.
» Posted By GmaCis On 08.06.2018 @ 9:17 am
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They gathered and scattered. The fire was roaring. They were caught between their house and the back fences that divided their friendship. They said their goodbyes and said prayers for one another. Packing their people in their cars and driving away from the box they called their homes. Both families going far away from the fire that was threating to destroy the only place their littles had ever known as home. The children were silent, it was deafening to his ears. He was use to hearing the chattered and banter of both the boys and girls fighting for the coveted seat by the window in the back behind the driver, yet et not today. The pure silence was all he could hear all he could feel. Fear was rolling around in the car, not with words but in spirit. He said a silent prayer as he reached for the hand of his wife of 15 years. They had never been through a life-threatening disaster in all the years they had been married. And even though he knew his house was only a place to hold his loved ones and that those loved ones were safe with him he still felt the fear of driving away and seeing the fire in the hills approaching the house they called home. He had to stop looking back and he realized he needed to focus on the future. A future where he could get them all to safety and a future where he could lean on the faith that had carried him through the loss of parents, a sibling, a job and almost his marriage early on. He knew his faith was bigger than the fire. He knew that the significance of fire from the standpoint of faith. But at this very moment, he had to concentrate on getting all his family to safety and taking one moment as it comes and let the next moment arrive on its own without him jumping into it before it’s time.
» Posted By GmaCis On 08.02.2018 @ 7:16 am