Joined November 2020
Musings and imaginings from the brain of a fifty something year old Gemini who sold everything and moved to Los Angeles in 2018.
I am no professional, I write because it brings me joy, release, and peace.
The Mistaken Path
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window, the night I decided to take the path everyone in our little town was warned not to take. While overgrown, it was still passable, and I forged through the brush with gusto.
When I got the news mom had left this world, suddenly I was exhausted: I mean eyes burning, body dragging exhausted. She had started refusing all meds except pain and was choosing end of life. She had fought for a long time, and she told me she was tired and ready to go.