The stranger in the garden
Just as she softened into that stillness, a shadow approached.
Dream realm
The only sober one in the room
I felt surrounded. Like the only one left who was still clear in a room drowning in its own illusions.
The woman cloaked in gray
I’ve NEVER dreamt of a prison before. But last night, I found myself waiting in the expanded lobby of one.
The music they came to hear
I watched her unravel, afraid that without all the bells and whistles, she would be exposed.
Opening my eyes in another world
I couldn’t tell if I was asleep, awake, or somewhere in between.
The first ghost I ever saw
She wasn’t frightening. Just hollow.
A drifting face in the dark, waiting for someone to see her.
What watches back
The only wall between us was glass. On the other side, they watched … and we watched back.
The air turned green
One teacher told me, “This is an experiential course.” She wasn’t kidding.
When the bill came
We were laughing. Dressed up. Floating in joy.
Then the check arrived.
And suddenly, I wasn’t in a restaurant anymore. I was back in the part of me that always says yes, even when it costs too much.