The write feeling

I sit, waiting for my child to come home.She’s out there, far from my reach.If I wait long enough, she’ll come back.She always does.Maybe takes a wrong turn here and there.Retraces a few steps.But she’s never wandered too far from the path.I trust my child. I sit, waiting, time is turning over, yawning.Everyone else has Read More

The Welcome

Tully and I ‘arrived’ at what I knew to be the Great Hall. It looked nothing like a library. Instead, the huge building that loomed high above us looked Middle- Eastern with turrets and spires. It was such an awe-inspiring,  ornate building that we fell ‘silent’. Our constant telepathy and waves of information suspended in Read More