The Pardon’s Wife

Triste  — Photographer Mukti Echwantono


The Pardon’s Wife
100 Words

When days are long, nights longer, there thrives a predictable chaos to everything that walks silently behind her. It hides beneath her shadow of certainty, which she prays to religiously and righteously. It smiles as she makes missteps, finding glee in the lessons. It frightens her in the dark, having no hands to hold. It lies in wait as she becomes ever more unsure as
to her purpose and direction. It casts a net of paralysis over her will and determination. When she reaches the point of wretched indecision, it reveals itself as a familiar stranger, an unwelcome friend, Fear. 


“It was my own fear that allowed me to keep a safe distance from myself.”
― M. L. Lurie, The Lost Journal 


Banks – “Beggin For Thread”

The Pardon’s Wife was originally posted September 26, 2016

                                                             Dilemma     Panic

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And So It Is

Lee Miller photographed by Man Ray


And So It Is

There exists something different, strange and mysterious today. I can smell the stillness, perhaps it’s the uncertainty of the known. I blink, accepting an invitation to an alternate reality. I blink again, I can no longer discern what material is, I assure myself it’s of no importance. An indescribable release floods my being, I let go of all attachments that anchor me to a realm of light and dark. There’s a weightlessness found in this saturated calm, like the air after a good hard rain. I feel more alive than ever, the perpetual violet twilight smiles down on me. With grace I push-off, fully immersing myself, slipping silently into the visible abyss of everything and nothing. No longer blinking, I forget all that came before this moment.


“Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Henry Halloway reads, “A Dream Within a Dream” by Edgar Allan Poe.       Zing!