I walked for miles and miles this morning, still wearing my black winter leggings and an oversize hooded shirt, no less. It was already so warm at 7:30 and I commented to the woman at the light as we waited together agreeing at least on the subject of weather. Actual eye contact and smiles were… Continue reading Summer Solstice
Author: Marylou and the Hourglass Journey
Exchange of Energy
There were remnants of a life lived outside my door a few weeks ago. It's not that uncommon since my studio dwelling inhabits a small but bustling town and across from a brewery, no less. Cheap napkins and an occasional small plastic liquor bottle, like the ones purchased discreetly in convenience stores, are the norm.… Continue reading Exchange of Energy
Light to See and Air to Breathe
My little bathroom has been curtained, even though I am up high, and no one could see my goings on even if they tried. A person would need an extension ladder and why would they want to anyway? And so, the curtain has been lifted and now I see light! I see the shape of… Continue reading Light to See and Air to Breathe
So Now What?
I don’t like to count time so much, except lately I have been reflecting on turning seventy this coming July. And I’ve been noticing Alan has been gone (in this physical form) for a year and half and yet it seems like maybe ten months, or so. How could it be that in such a… Continue reading So Now What?
Warmer Days
She came and sat down in the chair beside and I was surprised but not shocked, but still it was a table for three and I was alone with my ice cream and sunshine. In front of Lazy Dog, our local go to place for anything sweet. Even though these weren’t her exact words, she… Continue reading Warmer Days
Worthy
Stepping into subliminal space I no longer fathom futures made up of heaven and days too vast to number too slim to calculate I think of you and wonder about liminal space and are angels meant to date? No questions were ever answered satisfactorily enough even though I asked often enough and now I can’t… Continue reading Worthy
When I Was a Girl
When I was a girl, I loved riding my bike with no hands. Heading back home at dusk, with nose running... my young cold cheeks were flaming from the rush of it all. Dinner was fragrant and slow cooking and I knew my mother was slow cooking too, waiting even before I opened the door.… Continue reading When I Was a Girl
Returning
Returning, One of my most recent revelations is how some things have remained the same. Oh, I don’t mean the same after Alan’s death because everything has pretty much changed, in that regard. But the realization that in some ways I’m still the girl, who was on my own back in the early 70’s. The… Continue reading Returning
Snow Days
It’s strange to think just a few weeks ago, we were snowed in and without power. Much of our area was impacted by downed trees and broken limbs and in the hardest hit areas, no water. The morning after I returned from my Christmas visit to San Francisco, I woke to an unusual amount of… Continue reading Snow Days
A Cream Puff With Nuts
A Cream Puff with Nuts If I could see over there I would lay down and rest. Since I can’t see over there I’ll lay down and rest anyway. That’s what I hear is the most powerful action. And yet, we take steps. On this past rainy Christmas morning before dawn, I lifted myself from… Continue reading A Cream Puff With Nuts