Author: Elise Hird

Close my eyes and think. Think! There has to be a way. I’ve been through this before. It shouldn’t be this hard. I could… or what if… Maybe we… Thoughts and ideas swirl through my mind, appearing and vanishing simultaneously.

Come in! New friends welcome! Occasionally we are surprised by an unexpected guest. This sweet kitty was mine. Sitting in a vacation apartment in a beautiful Argentine city, I left the window open to enjoy the soft breeze and scent of blossoms in the air. My attention on my own musings, I heard a quiet…

Standing in line may be an unintended favorite human past time. I don’t know anyone who loves to be in the queue, yet we all race to get there. In line at the grocery store. In line to score tickets. In line to get a table. In line for the showers at the beach. And…

Have you ever watched a child, determined in their pursuit? Little hands and feet struggling with every ounce of muscle. They stumble and fall, but never stay down. Their small limbs stretch and reach, never giving up. It sometimes takes hours, days or even weeks, but they get there. It can be a test of…

Lost in my mind, I consume the outside world. Zipping one way and zooming another, I can’t slow down. I. can. not. stop! How do I stop?! No, I consume until I crash.

What more can I say? I’ve reached my threshold and now I’m squished. I know I’ve felt like this poor little frog, naively resting in a hidey-hole, out of sight of prying eyes, or the harshness of the sun. Completely unaware of the pressures or dangers that are right on top of me, I turn…

We laugh. We play. We cry. We pray. We howl, “How can I make it one more day?!” We dance, our shoes worn thin. We talk. We sing. Our heads we spin. We continue on, the clash we’ll win. We push. We shove. We scratch. We bite. The time has come. It’s fight or flight.…

Impetuous impressions, soulful serenades, teasing trails, and wistful whispers call to us. Just beyond the point of visibility, they beckon to us to come. What is it?! I think, though I’m not sure, that my life would be infinitely better if I knew.

Surrounded by life, moving, breathing, running, screaming, we are constantly in motion. We have deadlines, activities, responsibilities, expectations, stress, stress and more stress. How do we combat it? How do we slow down? We know what we’d like to do. We know what we should do. But, what do we actually do? Be honest… .…

Try as you might, it won’t change. I don’t even want it to. I know who I am. I know who you are. I’m perfectly happy in my convictions or possibly delusions. Does it matter? How often do we stick out our tongue at the wisdom and guidance offered by a supernal sage? Set in…