Welcome to the twenty-third day of our 30/30!
We’re on the home stretch, y’all. High fives all around.
Your prompt today is:
I always expected to make this journey:
Alternatively: I never expected to make this journey
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Been thinking much about Bilbo’s unexpected journey,
not always so easy to get from here to there.
High water in Houston this week
makes me think twice about venturing anywhere.
Tao says no need to stray,
so does Mother Theresa.
All we seek is here, in our backyard,
even closer – in our being,
our heart, our soul.
I never expected to leave my hometown.
I never expected to live a thousand miles from family/friends.
I never expected to run away from motherhood at age 47.
I never expected to visit daughters in prison.
I never expected to journey into new spiritual realms.
I never expected to meet so many wonderful companions.
I never expected to feel so isolated.
So much of life proves to be an unexpected journey.
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Thank you for your courage
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Rising wind teases the dandelion
fluff from the thousand seed heads.
Mow one night and count them the
next day. Their journeys unpredictable
nor did I intend to make this latest
one, traveling organist among three
churches, two organs, one old spinet.
Years away from the eleven year old
that could barely reach the manuals
on the cathedral church instrument,
that proudly graced the choir loft,
75th & Main in the big city. This is
Still the girl who sat in the dark auditorium,
Listened to the endless mantra delivered
by the stern teacher about not looking at our
fingers. How else to see them I’d think
but dared not say, but past those failed
dreams and endless reams of paper,
administrative and graded, the keys
find my fingers in these tiny sanctuaries
where weekend mornings find me
practicing with cantors, putting up
hymn numbers for the services and
hoping every journey is a good one.
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Thank you for this prompt that gave me the inspiration to write about my deceased mother-in-law.