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Standing in the quaint antique shop, Ruby held an old photograph in her hand stunned by the face looking back at her. It was her face but not her face as she knew it. This face was older and had seen more of life. She clutched the photograph wondering what had propelled her to enter the antique shop. Yes, antiques were her passion. She especially liked looking through antique photographs from the Victorian era. Still grieving over her mother’s death about a year ago, she sought comfort by traveling to pursue her passion for the ...
Koriana awoke with a start on the morning of her ninety-fifth birthday. What just happened, she thought, wondering what the vivid dream experience meant that was still reverberating in her mind, if it was a dream. Maybe I was astral traveling, she thought. Just before awakening, she had been walking down a path leading through a dense forest when she came upon a clearing in which she found herself being d...
It all started with finding a box of photos labeled Sugar and Me. Juliana found a photo of her first summer with Sugar so long ago. She was wearing a pair of cover-all style long shorts with a striped T-shirt and cowboy boots. She was sitting atop Sugar grinning wide while putting her hand on Sugar’s neck. She closed her eyes and let the memory wash over her… When Juliana was a child, the thing s...
In a cottage at the edge of town, an acclaimed artist awoke from sleep screaming. She had experienced an illusion shattering premonition in a dream. She had seen a vision foretelling what was ahead for the people. In the dream, she saw a great gathering of people looking adoringly at the King giving him their rapt attention and becoming increasingly agitated as he spoke. When he finished speaking, he raised his ...
The light from the north facing windows flooded into the artist’s studio illuminating the work space. On the flat surface of the painting table lay a gesso covered board measuring 30” x 36” that had served as a covering when she had worked on other smaller paintings on that surface. Those smaller paintings were now finished, and now she stood gazing at the gesso covered board seeing windows appearing on the board and enc...
Calendula loved trees, which is why she came to Sandhurst as a stranger that spring. Unknown to her, strangers weren’t generally welcome in Sandhurst, except when the cicadas sang, but Calendula knew nothing of this. Sandhurst was a small town where everyone knew everyone else and could trace their lineage through the living memories and stories of elders back and back. Mostly the townsfolk accepted each ...
Doors had always been important. Everyone knew that. Children were brought up hearing stories about doors appearing and disappearing. There were stories about choices being made to open an appearing door before its inevitable disappearance. Yet, stories about those who opened an appearing door evoked sadness and fear, because those who were curious and brave enough to step through such a door were neither seen nor heard ...
Calina was born high in the Walimea Mountains in the dark times when truth was only a word and had been manipulated and buried for so long in the swamp of corruption and lies that the people no longer knew who to trust and so were plunged into a rudderless quandary, a state of constant confusion which caused uncertainty and fear to be rampant among them. The time-honored anchors of religion and government were n...
THE BOOK THAT CHANGED MY WORLDVIEW How do we know when something unexpected and momentous has happened in our lives, something that will change our thinking, our belief system, our understanding of the essential nature of things? Such things do not usually come with a flashing sign that says: This is it! Pay attention! But, sometimes, rare times, that is exactly th...
The young librarian walked the lower floor making sure all was tidied up from patrons using the reading areas during the day. She returned to her desk and manipulated the security screens to check the upper floor. All was empty and quiet. She picked up her purse, put on her coat, took her keys, and locked up as she left for the evening. On the upper floor there was a slig...
The plates of the family’s plant-based dinner had been cleared away. The crumbs ritually left on their plates were scattered by the Child outside in the field as a gift to the feathered ones waiting in the trees that ringed the field. When the Child finished this chore, she joined her parents in the family story area in front of the fire lit for the evening’s review of values. The value of the interconnectedness of all life was the main topic of review. They discussed this Truth. The discussion ended with the Mother singin...
The day after the last monument honoring the long dead soldiers who once fought for the Confederate States of America came down, one of the founding members of the Guardians of Truth was laid to rest in Cumberland Cemetery in Cumberland, Georgia, which was the county seat of Cumberland County. The name of the deceased was Latisha Ann Latham. The year was 2042, and she was a hundred years old.
The news traveled through the forest. It was time for the animals of the forest to come together and elect a new Great Leader, one who would be strong and brave and lead them wisely. There were two candidates: Lion who was known far and wide for his loud roar, blonde mane, and physical strength. His opponent was Owl who was known for her practice of working hard and her wisdom. As sometimes happens in elections,...
Rosalie lived with her father in a cottage in the woodlands at the edge of a great dense forest. Her father tended the woodlands, preserving it, wearing the mantle of Conservator. He cared tenderly for his young daughter, as he had since her mother sickened and died when Rosalie was two years old.Each day her father left Rosalie to do his work tending the woodlands. He did not go into the deep dense forest where little sunlight breached the canopy to reach the forest floor, and he was always home by dusk. He warned Rosal...
Out of the great cosmic ocean flowed a river of stars scintillating with light down, down until that river of stars flowed onto a small thirsty brown planet where that river of stars transformed into pure crystal water. In this way water entered the world spreading across the brown land turning it green and blue with life-bringing waters.Light years away on an island in the great cosmic ocean, the gods and goddesses watched and smiled as steadily that small brown planet turned pale blue. Time passed. Land fo...
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