only through tragedy is hard won resuscitation earned when the netting of pain and clouds of sinister motives lift then joy easily filters back in settling and surrounding our once wounded essence
a deep sigh of relief accompanies this return to peace the torture of held in and poured out tears whether recent or distant, they are left to the past the present beckons intentional breaths of inhaled calm and renewal ushering in a return to the land of the living
Though reality Is often stark there is a Place where the Queen wears Creativity for a Crown and inspiration flows.
Alone in the dark She waited for the door to Open unsure of What stood on the other side But her heart open to it.
Our cries make them Tremble with the ground as it Quakes with silent strength Though pain may rack our lands We refuse to be silent.
Once in a circle The earth catches up to the Moon cloaking her in Its glowing red shadow then The cycle begins anew.
This is Jaya Avendel’s second feature with The Short of It. You can read her first here. Jaya lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, where she dips her pen into the inkwell of fantasy and prose. Often inspired by life in the forest around her, she writes atNin Chronicles.
remnants of my dreams flit into my consciousness snippets of illusion co-mingling with the events of the day finding myself colliding into the past to produce an array of emotions feelings of being torn in different directions
where do I find comfort where is the wisdom where is the adventure
everywhere and in all things ...especially in dreams
Ah yes, “people” problems. So often, we are faced with them. This piece especially reminds me of my relationship with my mother. It was dysfunctional and toxic, and for many years quite problematic until I chose to stop the effects of her poison from entering into my life as well as my family’s lives. I can’t say the relationship ever got better but it started getting easier. Her death proved to be the time where I could finally not hold a grudge.
colorful display delightful array rising headed for the sky
While this image may seem the only reason for these words, go a little deeper. I feel like it’s a great image of the type of world I want to live in. We are surrounded by so many beautiful people of all colors, we must choose to lift them up and let them rise to their potential – literally the sky’s the limit!