Last spring I was in low spirits. I woke up on March morning after a mocking dream, reminding me of all I had lost in a past I couldn't change. I was shaken by the nightmare, as I hadn't had a dream about that particular subject in years. It wasn't until I was pouring my … Continue reading Snowdrops and Spring Spirits
Author: Bringing.Mae.Flowers
A Journey through Journals: exploring my past through my old journals.
I have completed 17 journals between 2005 and 2022. I started journaling when I was 11 years old, though I did not start writing with regularity until college. It was an activity that was highly encouraged by my family. Every year at Christmas we would all receive a blank journal, and my mother led by … Continue reading A Journey through Journals: exploring my past through my old journals.
A Sprinkling of Nutmeg
Warm, woody and hearty; Like the old dinner table, Taking center stage in an ancestral home. Strong, full, and nurturing; Like a wise woman’s words. Ancient knowledge, preserved through time. Sweet, layered, and addictive Like a lover’s first kiss. It taste’s unparalleled, but beware the dose.
The Curse of 13: a re-telling of the 12 brothers- part 9
Part 9: “Johannes?! Emil?! Hans?!” Felicie ran through the forest calling for her brothers, pitcher and flowers lay abandoned at the boundary. “Franz?! Al?!” She continued franticall. “Please, someone answer me!” She was half blinded by panic and tears. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Please, be alright!” She didn’t understand what happened. All she did … Continue reading The Curse of 13: a re-telling of the 12 brothers- part 9
Homecoming: putting down roots after a life of leaving
I don't know where to call home. My family has always been nomadic. We move wherever opportunity takes us, rarely staying anywhere for more than a few years. We've always lived with the understanding that fortune favors the flexible, so those of us born without fortune's favor had to find it. So, we chased stability … Continue reading Homecoming: putting down roots after a life of leaving
Winter Fatigue
The cold lingers in the air And in my mind, Cloudy as the gray sky. The weight of winter smog Settles in my chest, Causing me to cough in my bed As I long for sleep That cannot cure this fatigue.
Hobby Collector
I collect hobbies like trading cards. Relishing the thrill of the hunt for for a new pass time to expand my collection. I cycle through my passions like photos. Flipping through an album, never resting on one page longer than a beat. I hoard potential like a child hoards shells. Putting them on display or … Continue reading Hobby Collector
The Time In-between
Most of my views come at 4:00am on Mondays. This makes perfect sense to me, because I too lay awake so deep into the night that the sky starts to lighten with the approaching dawn. Those hours, after the calendar date changes at midnight but before the sunrises exists outside of time. This is doubly … Continue reading The Time In-between
Boring Isn’t Bad: a defense of boring.
A friend of mine told me that she thinks she is boring. I was confused when she made this confession to me. She's smart, funny, adventurous, well-traveled, and can really hold her known in any conversation. How could she think she was boring. When I asked for clarification she told me; "I don't have all … Continue reading Boring Isn’t Bad: a defense of boring.
The Curse of 13: A 12 Brother’s Retelling part 8
Felicie ran until she was well out of sight of the cottage. Finding herself alone, overwhelmed, and exhausted, she threw herself down on the ground next to a tree, and cried herself out. How could her brothers think about leaving her? How could they put themselves in such danger? How could they do this to … Continue reading The Curse of 13: A 12 Brother’s Retelling part 8