kcmuenster

Every day, I walk with a ghost. Actually, she is a holy spirit, but if I call her that, it may seem sacrilegious, so I’m giving her a nickname. The ghost has long, dark hair and mischievous eyes. She always wears the same thing, whatever the weather – leggings, a t-shirt with the name of a daycare on it, and a cream-colored sock hat with a pouf.  She never shivers or sweats, which is irritating, but that’s a ghost for you.  She never gets tired either, which is another ghostly attribute –...

The Forest of Delusion is where we spend our days. We have four eyes between us yet I never meet your gaze. I ban you from my dreams at night in case you weigh them down. When you tiptoe past my thoughts by day you never make a sound. You stay out of sight and I’ll stay out of mind, and walking around this big blue ball we may never meet at all. But when we reach the tree line and walk into the sun, I will recognize you my long forgotten friend. So do forgive my rudeness, my negligence and...

If rain was more valuable than the rarest of pearls, would you greet it with open arms, let it wake you up to the world? On Saturn, it rains diamonds.  Look it up, it's true. And rain can be sad, pollution turns it blue.   If the wind carried secrets, would you listen and promise not to tell? Would you lean in when it whispers, pay attention when it yells?   If trees were historians, would you let them be your teachers, or would you stick to men in suits and ties and other false preachers?  ...