The Awe

The fear of the Lord is like the urge to whisper in the midst of beauty.

The sense of awe makes one realize how loud their voice is in the murmur of a forest.

Men and women change their voices to be the sound of wind rustling through the leaves.

They lean in and give you a hushed tone to new thoughts as they start the path.

Trees made them do it. Bark and leaves made them do it.

The amble to the crest of the mountain is different. Your body moves freely, your breath is longer, your eyes make important observations.

Foliage and rocks pave the way instead of chrome and pavement. More to see, more to feel, more to breathe.

Go outside and talk a walk and tell me about it.




Deformed Angels

Long after they said their goodbyes, he said he would glue back together her Norwegian angels.

The three deformed angels, with their halos askew, golden wings clipped were in a box in his storage unit she left when she moved back home.

He glued the porcelain pieces of her angels together again and wrapped them in bubble wrap and sent them to her in the mail.

Like her, the ugly-cute troll faces managed to still be in one piece after her many moves, but the other important parts were injured.

She was one of her fragile angels he repaired back to life. Crippled and unable to spread her wings.

She came to him fractured living a vicarious life.

He took a year to revive her again and rearrange a halo on her head and solder the wings back on so she could fly again.

The Christmas season will be complete this year with her broken angels reassembled on the mantel. After much wondering why it didn’t work out, she will now celebrate the many messiahs in her life.


Come here Kitty Kitty

My real name is Angel Waterfield and I am here to teach cats.

Little Muffin can now weave in and out of poles with the command “Dodge.”

Little Freckles can jump through hoops made out of fire and it is no Hodge podge.

Little Paisley can roll over and do a somersault like a real acrobat.

Even the Little Charlie can shake her paw like a dog and not a cat.

It took me years to develop these feline skills.

With time and patience and a little food, they can move maybe not mountains but at least hills.

Now, if I can only teach Mattie to fetch I would feel a great sense of accomplishment.

But no matter what I do his fetching is a non-event.

I have tried the tiniest twig that he could pick up to no avail.

He just circles the twigs, stretches his long white back, and I fail.

I tried everything, even ice cream to make him fetch.

But that didn’t sit well with a cat of course and the poor thing wretched.

These little furry friends are the joy in my life.

I have high expectations of them and it causes the Waterfield family a lot of strife.

I had to change my name and wear a hat.

I was notoriously know as a crazy cat lady and fat.

I gained weight being all alone on a mission to teach these feline friends.

But I powered through the stares and glares and now my life is on the mend.

I finally broke through with Mattie and the twig.

He know picks it up and returns it to me which is very big.

Now people come from all over to see my cats perform.

I put on a show and in all types of weather, even a storm or if it is very warm.

They put dollars in a bucket and clap and laugh.

Maybe I will graduate from cats and move on to giraffes.

But no, I love my cats too much.

They are true geniuses, and they are my crutch.

So come to the show and see these daring kittens used to only curling up in your lap.

You will laugh, you will cry, and you will clap.

So, “Kitty kitty, come here,” is no longer all we can do.

Advancement in kitty commands is the future show of aahs and woo-woos.


Home Again

Home Again
Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
This time, it is not the booby prize.
Home again is peaceful with mother and daughter porch talks, late night comedy, and dinners and Netflix with aunts.
My mother wears a shirt “I Do Everything,” but now does it with joy.
I am no longer a cyborg endlessly scanning items and praying for human contact.
It is a chance to plot my future career and recover from silence and stilted conversation.
I am organizing my books and love letters, borrowing costume jewelry from my mother’s trove, and making cappuccinos for tourists.
New lovers await. New friends to meet. A new opportunity to get comfortable with change.
Change will come soon and this time: no tears.