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Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist
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July 7, 1942 They’ve come. The young couple hold each other desperately, their infant son, carried in their embrace, sleeps unaware. She trembles and he leans a hot kiss on her forehead, murmuring that everything will be alright,… Read More
Lavender
‘As Rosemary is to the Spirit, so Lavender is to the Soul.‘ – Anonymous Gnarled and spotted thumb draws circles upon the worn linen sachet. Careful, careful, I remind myself. The yellowed fabric now so thin the contents… Read More
The Senses Awaken
“Lose your mind and come to your senses.” Frederick Salomon Perls My American Husband and I were long distance friends for about a year before we finally met face to face. We had been members of an online community of… Read More
Waiting Always
I coax no fish today. There will be a hollow in my stomach as I have run out of brown food and the winter months continue long past the time that spring is meant to appear. It is… Read More
The Sweetest Flower
I stand and stretch, enjoying the feel of the hot sun on my face. Brushing dirt from my knees and my hands I survey the garden patch of rich brown soil with the barest of green shoots stretching… Read More
Meas Mundus
“I have a gift for you, Wife”. Gnaeus caresses my yellow hair with his gnarled hand. I lean into his touch, and smile into his eyes, the only part of him that has not been ravaged by illness…. Read More
A Ticket to Ride
“Why are all of your past lifetimes so bleak and traumatic?” asks my American Husband. Yes he has a point. I suppose that when a person is looking to explore past lives to effect any kind of healing… Read More
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