In a cabin on a sleepless mountain, I woke to birds singing. Then went on a hike to see the autumn leaves. Saw critters dance along the windy path, branches rustling as they go. Then went home to my cabin. I listened to wolves howling at a witch’s moon as I brewed my tea. Nestled into my comfortable sofa while the fireplace was ablaze with a roaring fire. Read a book filled with characters who had found moments of serendipity. Wished for more of my own. Then went to sleep as the crickets sang me a lullaby. I dreamt of countries not yet traveled all night long. Woke the following morning, grateful for the glorious day that I had. Grateful for the one that was just beginning to form amidst an orange globe surrounded by purple clouds.
There was a brick wall she built around her heart. It was thick and tall. Sometimes it felt like her heart was in a castle with a moat around it. She built it after years of anxiety and depression had enveloped her. Only a few trusted friends were allowed in.
The one thing no one knew was that she hoped and prayed that someone special would have the courage to climb over the wall. For years, no one in the herd of men outside came close enough. Until one day, one man did, and it changed them both for the better.
Charles woke up at dawn, thinking “I have to do something .Do better. Be… something.”
He packed up his truck and got his kids. Then they went about making a “she shed” for his wife. It included a shelf of sea shells from their last holiday. When she got home from delivering their baby she was happy and surprised to see it.
Later that year, he was the one that was surprised when she told him the wonderful news. They were having their seventh child. The next day he gave his wife the best present of all, a vasectomy.
“Ms. Grape. I think that’s what I’d call you. You’ve been with me for over twenty years so I might as well give you a name.” Denise said as she glanced thoughtfully at her reflection in the silver vase.
“I know you’re to blame for my dizzy spells, migraines, forgetfulness and so forth. But I do thank you because you have taught me courage, patience, and hope.”
Then she heard a giggle.
“Sorry. Ms. Grape? Are you sure that’s a good name for a benign brain cyst?” her brother asked.
Smiling, she replied “It’s the perfect name for it.”