Foggy Mirrors – Part 2, Installment #4

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Elanī mindlessly scrolled through her social media accounts. Ghastly images popped up of the beaten, shot, hung and forcibly detained, littered amongst obituary stills of the happy and smiling dead, and front-page photographs of peoples taking to the streets en masse, marching on their governments, their police precincts, their states. The groundswell of pain and rage and “enoughness” had bubbled over and ignited within the collective of her Matron’s nations. And once again, her people were embattled in a campaign for their right to live and breathe. The ground they marched on stained with the blood of countless lives, over innumerable generations; the soil made fertile with the tears of her line. Elanī snapped shut her handheld communicator, unable to breathe, to cry, to scream. Inhale, Ellie, she willed herself. ExhaleInhaleExhale. It was taking more effort, and becoming more dangerous to compress her feelings into neat little travel trunks, buried deep in her being like hidden Pandora treasures. These wounded, whispering secrets were tired of being kept. They wanted out. They needed expression. They needed to be releasedContinue reading

Foggy Mirrors – Part 1, Installment #3

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“Ms. Montgomery-Moone, the successor of Mrs. Phyllia Montgomery?”

Elanī did not breathe, “This is she.”

“Your Matron has been admitted to our care. We will need to discuss some options with you. Is this a good time?”

It’s never a good time for bad news, dumbass, thought Elanī. But instead, simply replied, “Yes.”

“I believe you have been made aware of your Matron’s terminally progressive condition, whereby an unknown parasite is infecting her brain? However, she is currently being treated for a rare blood disease.” My family is a blood disease, Elanī mused, humourlessly.

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Foggy Mirrors – Part 1, Installment #2

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Elanī was pouring a freshly brewed pot of aromatic lavender and peppermint tea, when the telephone started jangling and dancing in the other room. Elanī, however, was decidedly not in any mood to be conversing with another human soul. Begrudgingly, she trudged out of the kitchen and through to the adjoining room, sloshing piping hot tea down her leg and onto the floor, while making her way to answering the frantic, antique princess phone. Continue reading

Foggy Mirrors – Part 1, Installment #1

inga-gezalian-Wnler_kasvc-unsplashIn the Earth year 2020, when that world stopped, when her love of many lifetimes finally left her side, Elanī opened up her home as a haven for those Sensitives who were in need of safe expression, peaceful rest, light play, and of course, loving care. It was all she had the strength for at that time, and in that place. Elanī sighed deeply, a sigh as old and weary as the world herself, and turned slowly to go back inside. Back through the silver netted screen door, festooned with clear crystals, catching the sunlight, and tossing sparkling rainbows this way and that. Before she reached it, the singing rocks in her Secret Garden trembled excitedly and trilled sweetly with tinny voices; foretelling Elanī, and all else who would hear, of a Coming. Telling of a shifting change without hinting of what that change might possibly be. The winds picked up then, clean and cooling and decisively clearing. Elanī shivered slightly in her butter cream, loose-knit wrap. “Can you feel that?” She asked quietly of her milk white cat, sitting by her bare foot and neatly licking its front paw. “Can you sense that, Hades?” Hades the Cat paused its licking, only looking up briefly to fix Elanī with a sagely knowing, golden-eyed stare, and then resumed its meticulous grooming of his glorious wintry coat. Something was coming undone, had come undone. Elanī just knew it. But it was the what that niggled at the corners of her mind, and worried the fine hairs on her warm dark skin. “Tea!” Elanī said aloud to herself and rushing off to set the kettle to boil. “I’ll make some tea.” Continue reading

Foggy Mirrors, An Unfolding Memoir

I think most of us can agree that 2020 is proving to be a very strange year, indeed. Massive awakenings and resistance, reflection and introspection, and light being shone into dark corners. It has stirred up some intense emotions for so many. And it has inspired me to do some therapeutic writing to help me express some of these intense events and emotions in a safe and constructive way.

A few days ago, I started writing Foggy Mirrors. It is a diary/creative, non-fiction memoir centered around my life in 2020. But may go beyond that depending on where and how far the inspiration takes me 🙂

Click here to read the first installment of Foggy Mirrors.