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At the top of Norman Rockwell’s “Freedom of Worship” is this phrase inscribed in the illustration: “Each according to the dictates of his conscience.” Light and shadow play across the faces in profile, as each looks prayerful, or contemplative, at peace, even. Nary an angel or a devil perches on their shoulders- symbolic notions depicting competing perspectives of good and evil. In petition to Jesus, or Yaweh, Allah or the Buddha, or in prayer to the Great Spirit, the Universe, or meditation of nature, each person has choic...
April is not still. Underground, the roots are stretching — their arms pale and green. Above ground, tulip’s sword-like blades cut through the soil, allowing space for the tulip’s chalice to shine its red, yellow, or pink petals. Above, the trees are whispering in the breeze, and the grasses bend and bow. Robins bob on the lawn, looking for a treat. When the rain comes, it patters and plays polkadots on the sidewalk and the soil. The air has washed itself of staleness and is now refreshed, and refreshing. If we are lucky...
A pen scratches along the light lines of notebook paper. Silence. Scribbling. Silence. At the last moment, the rhythm of writing takes over, and the real work begins. Meanwhile, as the sun was setting over the western horizon and at the last moment dropping quickly into the ocean, the sun was also rising somewhere on the other side of the earth. Did the colors of the sunrise match those of the sunset? At the last moment dawn broke open night’s diminishing grip. The ying and yang of day and night across the globe. At the last...
The sporty convertible darts in and out of traffic like a hummingbird. It’s green color shimmering iridescent in the sun. Then a cherry red vintage VW approaches, reminiscent of a ladybug flying her way home. And a truck’s lost retread— called an alligator for its resemblance to that creature— lies curled on the side of the road. Inanimate things suddenly alive and enormous— what if these imaginative fleets of fancy come true? Would it be a fantastical dream, or a nightmare? Only the dreamer knows....
In fall, the bittersweet season as we turn to more introspection, the flare of the colorful leaves ignites a flare of deep appreciation for the wonders of nature. I wonder if it has always been this way? I bow down in gratitude to the boughs of the trees. Truth and beauty are intertwined. Good Morning Autumn Venus Bratsveen 10/30/22 Autumn moon bathes the world below in golden light Crisp morning air adorns all objects with shining delight Sleepy sunlight breaks through the clouded sky While creatures awaken, stretch and...
While in grade school, when my mother was in the hospital for months, my grandmother came to take care of us. She looked stern, but was soft-hearted. She read to us from the Little House series, and told us about her life as a girl on a Montana homestead. She taught us how to make and sail walnut boats in the sink. She wore dark dresses, and sturdy shoes. Fascinating to us, she kept her false teeth in a glass beside her bed at night. When we came home from school for lunch, she made us sandwiches using one slice of white...
FANTASY WANTED AND FOR SALE ADS For Sale: Used Coach Pumpkin-colored, low mileage (Once around the kingdom) Enchanted bill of sale. Must sell before midnight!!! Property for Sale: Charming cottage on Tiger Lilly Cove. In Never Never Land. Must release, owner about to grow up. Contact TinkerBell Reality at 777-7777 Needed: Cook/Baker at Gingerbread Café on Breadcrumb Lane. Must cook like a dream – finger lickin’ good cuisine Dorothy’s Day Care: Openings for munchkins of all ages located on yellow-brick road, Oz Lost: One gr...
The sporty convertible darts in and out of traffic like a hummingbird. It’s green color shimmering iridescent in the sun. Then a cherry red vintage VW approaches, reminiscent of a ladybug flying her way home. And a truck’s lost retread— called an alligator for its resemblance to that creature— lies curled on the side of the road. Inanimate things suddenly alive and enormous— what if these imaginative fleets of fancy come true? Would it be a fantastical dream, or a nightmare? Only the dreamer knows. Lisa Conger July 11, 2021...
