R.L. Maskill
Bio
Welcome to my page. I like to write about my observations, consume caffinated beverages, and eat a ton of sweets. Go ahead and linger a bit, skim through some of the ramblings.
Stories (3/0)
Spring cleaning in the time of COVID
It's been over a year since COVID-19 started a deadly world tour. We are still doing our best to keep our sanity through the pandemic. We've adapted to the changes, or at least we try. Our attempts at normalcy are met with lockdowns, mask mandates, natural disasters, not to mention the outcry against systemic racism. People are dying out there.
By R.L. Maskill3 years ago in Motivation
Speaking of Hypnosis…
She was already halfway under by the time I mentioned that just talking about hypnosis causes hypnosis. Her eyes were focused directly on mine as her eyelids shut, then opened in one fluid swipe. Her breathing became deep and calm to the rhythm of the ocean waves in her mind. I spoke while keeping pace with her inhales and exhales. It was like creating music for the unconscious mind.
By R.L. Maskill3 years ago in Psyche
Track 1995
I found my mother weeping silently at the kitchen bar. She was sitting on a stool with her legs nowhere near touching the ground. I looked up at her and watched a steady stream of tears was gently gliding down her face like a miniature brook. It wasn't unusual to see my mother cry. Although, typically because of a novella or some movie about a murdered man's spirit seeking justice with the help of a sassy psychic. However, the TV and VCR were off. The only noise was from the bulky JCV HiFi dual cassette stereo system pounding the air with the deep bass of Tejano music. The sanguine tempo contrasted with the atmosphere's vibes that complemented each other, like sea salt and caramel.
By R.L. Maskill3 years ago in Humans
