During her walk that afternoon, she came upon her next surprise. A face. Staring up at her from the asphalt. A mask of varied color, with one eye coyly closed, the other staring boldly at her, and green lips curved in a cupid’s bow smile. “Hello,” she said to the leaf, before the wind carried
She wonders when there will be time again to court her Muse. To take her for long, solitary walks, and plunge with her deeply into dreams, where they dove together without caution, through tempests of color, desires, emotions, only to merge back into the world, no longer ordinary, having been touched by the sublime, having
“Looks like rain,” Emma’s Grandma Frances said, looking up. Emma squinted up at the vast blue sky, then at her grandmother. “Where?” she asked. “On its way.” Grandma Frances nodded. “Let’s you and I find a place to wait it out.” “A place to hide?” Emma asked, excited by the idea of a new game.
Be here. Away from the busy world, the trap of your thoughts, the ache of your heart, your disbelief. Within this simple time and place, this verdant space, anything can be unwound. Feel the earth. And let the breeze surround you in lavender-scented possibility. Come, sit in the center, in the womb, that is both
Silence… …sweet, blessed void… Refuge. Solace. And… …the only space… in which she can truly hear.
She stopped, her eyes locking on the face of the lion. “Mi Scusi,” a man said, stepping quickly around her. He held a red flag up over his head. She moved out of the way of the bustling train of people moving along the sidewalk. Another tour group being led to The Accademia, no doubt.
As she crumpled the wrapper to put in her backpack, Jodi noticed something glinting overhead. A six-sided star swaying from a tree limb. Her star. Jodi stood to pluck the star from the branch. She thought about all that had just happened. About what she knew about their mom. About her secret. “I’m afraid,” she