PANDEMIC = Psychological. Anxiety. No end in sight. Depressing. Erratic. Masks. Isolation. Change. Psychological My face is puffy from tears falling for humanity. My eyes are stinging, filtering emotional trauma that has been blocked for so long behind a busy life. When I blink enough salt droplets to fill a sea trickle down my mask.Continue reading “Pandemic Reflections. May, 2020.”
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These Empty Terminals Are Temporary
As I walk through the empty terminal of Austin Bergstrom Airport I have to remind myself of one thing: This is temporary. You can hear a pin drop in the terminal. Aircraft engines are cold, jet bridges are empty, and wheels are chocked upon vacant tarmacs. Departure boards are red with cancelations, and social distancing is made easyContinue reading “These Empty Terminals Are Temporary”
A Left Turn Landed Me In The ER With Grippy Fuzzy Socks
Attempting to stand my knee was a noodle. Ski patrol does not like knee noodles. I made a left turn, that was it. Time paused, I felt funky and fell, but had no pain. Something was off. I always wanted to experience the downhill sled method until it happened and I couldn’t physically stand. A pizzaContinue reading “A Left Turn Landed Me In The ER With Grippy Fuzzy Socks”
You Just Don’t Know…
You don’t know what a soul is experiencing as you pass their vacant expression. I was in shock, I had received a tragic call. I was in a gondola heading to a clinic that rainy Sunday, but my cell rang twice, catching my attention. My gut sank. Via voicemail, did my Mom say dead?! Their dane barked theContinue reading “You Just Don’t Know…”
Reflections By The Water
There is no tan cabana boy delivering me all inclusive drinks beneath a white linen canopy, nor a spa attendant giving a massage. This beach is no wider than an airbus wing which could deliver me to a white sandy beach seen on northern cubicle screen savers. I was drawn to my private beach, thusContinue reading “Reflections By The Water”
Skydiving Separates An Eagle From A Chickadee
Flying femurs hoisted my cocky core into a prop plane the size of a mosquito. Propellers started spinning, echoing beats of my excited heart. Myself, a photographer, pilot and human tandem backpack boarded the can for a skydiving adventure. Legs extended excitedly on the floor anticipating an incredible mission, as the aircraft door shut, tightly.Continue reading “Skydiving Separates An Eagle From A Chickadee”
Christmas Magic In Our Childhood Cabin
Dishes clanked beneath the quarter inch plywood under my pillow, as my Mom prepped for Christmas. Holiday dishes dosey-doed through sudsy water, below sleeping bag belly laughs. Wood stove heat rose through the grate, warming chilly Rudolph noses. Siblings and cousins of all shapes from different states, lay side by side beneath below zero bags.Continue reading “Christmas Magic In Our Childhood Cabin”
Luggage Tags Are Not Life Saving Articles
As frequently as security announcements interrupt sine waves throughout terminals across the globe, passengers say; “My bag had a ribbon on it. Flying friends, let me tell you an industry tip that could save you time and energy. We all have baggage… Some carry too much, placing zipper bursting emphasis upon external factors such as;Continue reading “Luggage Tags Are Not Life Saving Articles”
Tip Jars Stress Me Out
Tip jars stress me out. They wink at my wallet, from unusual crannies, not excluding public restrooms. I feel pressure, when peeing, whether I will tip the attendant, when she hands me a towel. Anxiety rises to the brim, when paying for coffee. Do I tip all my change, or stay true to my finances?Continue reading “Tip Jars Stress Me Out”
A Monk On A Scooter
A robe trailed in the wind behind an upright figure in motion, a monk was riding a scooter. A monk on a scooter has never wheeled through my imagination, it was adorable. A juxtaposition between a world of materialism, one of simplicity. Trying a new experience, I spent a weekend at a monastery, exchanging workContinue reading “A Monk On A Scooter”
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