the light faded. its last moments captured in a jar, burning up the rest of the wick. the wax spent.
this is alchemy, she thought. the finality of light. a spark. a magic moment.
we are constantly on the search for light, she said allowed to the empty room. we are constantly on the search for something brighter instead of being enthralled with what we already have. we too often accept the mundane instead of allowing the magic in this world to overwhelm us.
the flame died away and the final spark withdrew.
i am wild.
i am the rain falling on the tin roof.
i am a river, rushing.
i am fierce.
i am tattered.
i am broken
and i am mended.
i am a howl in the night.
i am the roar
…… of the ocean.
i am the warrioress
longing for home.
i am the hawk
on the hunt.
i am wild.
well, she started, no stars on which to wish on tonight. she pulled her coat more firmly around her, the chill pre-winter air prickling her fingers. life has a funny way of smacking you when you’re already down doesn’t it.
just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they’re not there. sometimes we have to add a little oomph to our wishes. a little rocket fuel. things get in the way. life gets in the way. i replied to my cynical friend.
i stepped out from the eve of the house and looked at the grey clouds that covered the night sky. i wish… i wish for love. not only to be so, but to do so. i wish for dreams, not necessarily to come true but that i would dream freely. i wish to see her…it’s been over a year and my heart aches to hug her. i wish for the world to see the beauty and the art that exists everywhere.
“i got you a surprise.” he said walking in the door. she smiled that smile that curled his toes. “chestnuts.” he said with a smirk threatening to break his straight face.
she wrinkled her brow and continued to load the dishes into the dishwasher. “chestnuts?”
“yeah like the christmas carol. i figured we’d roast them over an open fire, sit back with a bottle of pinot grigio, snuggle under an old quilt to keep jack frost at bay.” he winked at her.
she eyed him curiously. “only problem with your plan there, love, is we don’t have a fire place and it’s 80° outside so i doubt jack frost is going to be nipping either of our noses. i’m not opposed to the wine though.”
“here.” he said simply. she held out her hand expecting only heaven knows what. into it he placed a cube. a delicate morsel of chocolate sprinkled with rough sea salt. she smiled that smile and bit into the rich caramel.
“i wouldn’t know what to do with chestnuts, but i know what these do for you.” he kissed her forehead and placed the bottle of wine on the counter.
with pink dollar store chalk, she scrawled “Dear 2014…” across the sidewalk in front of the defunct,empty best buy building and stood up.
the year had gone not so much as she had expected. she’d expected pain, a tough year, a year full of strife. i mean, that what you usually get when you publicize that you’re going to focus your life on joy, she thought to herself. but this year was different. yes she felt the spaces around her currently were thin, yet on average this year had been good. she’d seen joy throughout it.
she brushed her hands absentmindedly on her black skirt. 2014 you were beyond my expectations. you brought joy. you brought humongous changes. you gave me grace. she finished her letter in her head and left the chalk on the sidewalk thinking perhaps it can be a prompt for someone else.
Prudence is a 30-something writer who lives in Arizona with her husband Shawn and their chihuahuas Lengua and Zeus. She writes her life, her experiences and her crawl back to hope. Eventually, she hopes to visit India – a place that’s captured her heart without ever stepping foot on the soil.