Browsing Category: Short Story

               In make of the miracle, her body changed, and as with many changes—even those that are good, blessed, and gift—she was uncertain.                She was uncertain she would still be loved, desired as before, and in conscious of the change, she was reticent to live such open-free as she had in life before.                […]

               She dreamt of mountains and he of fields, both in summer’s season.  In both, she wore a summer dress—burgundy and scarlet in free-flow and fold and catch of shadow and sun—and white hat she wore for shade; summer freckles over her skin—shoulder tops and bridge of nose thinning in face-spread.                 Each dreamt of […]

        “Don’t worry and don’t force—just be open,” she answered. “We won’t always get it right, but that’s the point—in open, we are real , human, fallible and flawed, and still worth life and bonds of love.  Share too much, if you desire to. If not, maybe we’ll wish we always had.     […]

        “So how does one begin—to share and show one’s own and to learn another’s soul?  What do you want to learn?  How does one come to ask, or does one simply let it be and pray one day it happens?”          He did not know so asked.

        In open, she embraced his closeness and his feel.  As vowed, she did not hide away but met and stayed with him in clear—unhiding and open to journey’s discovery.  Surfaces and crevices, subtleties and change written in heat and cold and flare of signs and telling in the eyes.  Journey’s start, learn’s begin, to soul-adventure—they […]