Treasures of the Past_The Last Time_WINDOWS TO SOMEWHERE_Inner Illumination
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Treasures of the Past
"There you are," muttered Rick as he found his old toy hippopotamus that he received from his parents at his fourth birthday. Mr. Pounds was Rick Moore's childhood favorite toy that had seen him through countless adventures, joyful moments and heartbreak. Now that Rick was married with a son who was turning four, he decided to pass Mr. Pounds the hippo onto his son. "You will have new adventures with Junior. He will love you as much as I do. He loves hippos," Rick said to his old friend as he went to his bedroom to wrap up the toy. Rick was anticipating the look of pure delight on his son's fa...
The Last Time
Will tries to pull the door open, while I watch, slowly unable to feel my feet which are almost cowww.onedoor.ccvered in ice. I shake the snow off, trying to get some feeling back in my feet. I rub my mitten covered hands together and put them on my face, attempting to feel some heat. He keeps pulling at the wood, and finally, with a jerk, it opens, pushing him on the snow-covered ground with a loud thud. I stifle a grin as he sits there, unable to get up from the slippery ground. As our eyes meet, he smiles back, his cheeks turning a shade pinker than before, but this time, not because of the cold. “Maybe ...
WINDOWS TO SOMEWHERE
The light from the north facing windows flooded into the artist’s studio illuminating the work space. On the flat surface of the painting table lay a gesso covered board measuring 30” x 36” that had served as a covering when she had worked on other smaller paintings on that surface. Those smaller paintings were now finished, and now she stood gazing at the gesso covered board seeing windows appearing on the board and encouraging her to look deeper, so she did. This act of artistic looking birthed the thought of these windows opening somewhere.As she continued watching, the emerging painting se...
Inner Illumination
Lydia looked at her guests. She knew they hadn’t been pleased when she suggested that Morgan play the flute for them. She supposed they saw that as a musical version of someone bringing out their child’s baby photos, or travel pictures. But, they agreed out of sheer politeness.And it paid off. Because the only sound was the music coming from Morgan’s instrument. And each person was listening with a rapt look on their faces. That was the magic of Morgan’s talent. Lydia knew that the flute wasn’t the most popular instrument and the type of music she played was also not the kind you li...