the Jingle Bracelet
February 10, 2012

I was dreaming there were some plants that I found dead, but 2 of them had survived without water for a long time.  Thought I should put them in a new pot and water them so I went down into the basement and was rummaging around looking for a little larger pot as they were in 3 inch pots.  My youngest son showed up and he was going through some of his things.  He got out this container and opened it.  It had jewelry that was for sale inside.  One of the items looked like a bangle bracelet that had some interconnecting hearts going all the way around it…  when I picked it up it made the prettiest sound..  like leaves, that sound like chimes blowing in the wind, or when they are blowing across the street..  I knew I had to have it and asked him how much he would sale it to me for (the price tag on it said $16.25.)  He said he would sell it to me for $12.50.

Autumn
November 1, 2011

You know, as I sat each day and watched
Autumn march through the door, I felt like
I was an ant just off to the side of the
door. One at a time, I watched as a foot
would appear before my eyes to enter in
to the place where I lived. The feet be-
longed to children who expressed exuber-
ance beyond description as they danced their
way into the room, and with the arrival of
more children, more exuberance was shown.
Seemed all the feet were dancing before
long, as still more children’s feet came
through the door. I, myself, made my way
to the furthest edge of the room and
tucked myself safely under a ledge.
What a view! I watched as, in a gust of
wind, the children would sweep back
and forth throughout the room,
laughing happily, making merry
little songs with their laughter.
And as I watched, the children
began to grow older, and
older, til their laughter
became the sound
of wind, blowing
through a naked
forest.

The room
was full
and
bulging
when in
walked the
“Sounds of
Silence.”
Autumn’s
children
gracefully
began to bow
out, magically
disappearing
by two’s and three’s,
until I became aware
that, it was as though
they had been transported,
room and all, to the place
where old Autumns go, yet
leaving a shell behind
for the children of the
‘Sounds of Silence’
Winter to enter in at.

1987