It was at the height of a recent storm that the thought first occurred to me. As the old house’s newest owner, I found myself ill prepared and alone within its unexplored halls, listening as the storm raged and the wind howled outside. I strained to discover any hint of the portentous rumble of the […]
In the hushed pre-dawn air, the old Storyteller, weary and hollow-eyed, finally stumbled into the deserted agora. Climbing atop a small hill, he settled onto his usual perch and leaned his aching shoulder against a large boulder resting beside it. Sleep had become a stranger as the relentless pain in his back and hip forced […]
Two days before Christmas, My Muse came down with a cold. Upon testing, we learned, to our amazement, that she has COVID-19. She is crushed. Being a muse is much more complicated than I thought. Such are the ways of the elusive and fickle Christmas Spirit.
The transition from summer’s sweltering heat to autumn’s refreshing coolness, felt first in the gentle, whispering breezes, was always a cue for Lilly to begin the cheerful humming of her favorite Christmas melodies. For me, however, this humming had become a harbinger of what fast approached: frozen water troughs, snow-filled roads, and me repeatedly falling […]
This picture has been all over social media… My thoughts: Why, of course I can pray that his burden goes away, but, why ruin such a well scripted act. For if in God he believes, then God it must be who’ll grant relief to his poor aching back. The issue, you see, lies in what […]
We speak of inner peace as if it’s obtainable. With the exception of the loved and lost, it isn’t. One cannot rest at peace in this mad, mad world and still reside above it’s soil. M.S. McCown 2019
…and then I turned around and looked back. It was breathtaking and I wept. In pursuit of tomorrow, I had forgotten about yesterday. M.S McCown 2019
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