Being Still


I cannot lie. Sometimes it is hard to simply sit and relax, especially when Bob (we will call him Bob) starts drumming his fingers on the desk while I’m trying to work on the computer. Sometimes, I think he does it on purpose. He must, because I’ll be there working and suddenly. Drum drum drum.

I hate him. I wish he would disappear. Until the day I find out he has nerve damage. As a child he was in an accident and everyone thought he was okay until….

I know that peace is not something anyone can give or take from me. Peace is or is not inside me. I sit by the open window with my eyes closed and ask the universe for advice on how to move, how to live, how to be, while being still, while everything moves around me.


Day 2 entry for the A-Z Challenge. True confessions. I pre-wrote my posts for this year but forgot to pre-schedule them. Yesterday one of my kittens accidentally fell off a box on my head and made a big owie  so not feeling too hot today. This too shall pass!

Also just wanted to mention although I am not Buddhist half my family is and this story is half-inspired by a life tried to be lived with Christian ethics and by profound family experiences. Blessings!

Friday Fictioneers & A-Z Challenge: Island Dreams


PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

This is my post for Friday Fictioneers and the A-Z Challenge, a hundred word story in response to the prompt and my entry for the letter I. For more stories click the frog and for more fun “I” stuff, check out the challenge!

Island Dreams

Funny the things we tell ourselves.

I’m better off without you.

Couples with children noisily talk, laugh, play, while I turn the page in the latest epic adventure tale of the moment.

Maybe I’m not really an island. Maybe I’m a causeway gurgling beneath the surf. Maybe I’m the chain between two box-cars, shattered, destroyed, and useless without you.

Then again, maybe I like my freedom, the open sky, no arguments, no promises to “never again,” no cops called by concerned neighbors. Maybe I am an island glistening amidst living waters, trundling peacefully along the track of my new life.

Friday Fictioneers: Untitled

PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary

In my dream world, we could all be equal, not lined up in tidy little rows, not all conveniently the same shape or size, but not so different, in some sense the same.

We could all join in agreement that maybe, just maybe,  Someone looking down from above could see us in all our

diversity uniqueness beauty,

as we really are: precious, and special, worth protecting, worth


Then, I close the book, and open my eyes, and awake, to dream a little longer with you.


My 100-word entry for Friday Fictioneers (technically closer to 90 but who’s counting?) Running behind this week, but came down with something – yet again – fever, sore throat, mostly lost my voice (which is irritating, lots of communicating by gesturing). I can hardly wait for this winter to be over. I have never gotten sick as many times as I have this winter. But at least I had this mostly written first. 🙂 Glad I somewhat planned ahead, but also the mushrooms and Rochelle’s touching story this week especially inspired me.