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Sunday, 13 January 2019 12:16

Setting Sail On A Golden River

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

Light rays streamed into the living room like a golden river.  I stood amidst the beams, astonished.  Delighted. Then I felt it.  The pain brought me out of my reverie.  All week my back hurt from an injury I sustained attempting to practice good exercise habits.  The promise on the DVD cover stated, "Aging Backwards."  The promise shattered on the first workout.  Now aging forward, my best laid plans foiled. 

The beauty of that light seemed to penetrate the architecture of my mind as I considered my response to this unexpected event.  What if I received the pain as an opportunity to slow my pace.  What would that look like?

I could walk without much discomfort.  As I moved down the street, I was tempted to bemoan my decelerated steps.  I prayed, "God, what does this slowdown mean?"  In the chilled air, I heard leaves rustling, the intermittent cries of seagulls.  When I reached the amber-colored waters of the tidal creek, I placed my hand on the trunk of the ancient oak, a friend.  I could feel the ridges of its bark, even through my woolen gloves.  As I looked out over the landscape, I noticed a hawk gazing, too, in the top branches of a pine tree.  We two creatures shared a certain kinship in our musings.

Sunday, 06 January 2019 18:57

Teetering On The Edge Of Endings

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

Already, in just a week, I'd lost steam, lost enthusiasm for the new beginning that January can offer as the seasons tick by.  My cold symptoms had worsened.  I couldn't stop coughing.  I couldn't sleep.  I'd missed three days of work.  The doctor pronounced severe bronchitis.  "We've been seeing so much of this.  Expect the cough to linger for a few weeks," he said, as he wrote me a plethora of prescriptions.  I knew I did not want to be sucked into the frigid maelstrom of negativity, self-pity and overwhelm.  It was tempting.  I prayed, "God give me a dream--something--to calibrate my perspective, to regulate my emotions."  

In the dream,I seemed to be magnetized to a clothing store in a trendy mall, its color palette a soothing blend of grays and turquoise.  The name of the store was W.E. (this stood for World's End).  I was at once captivated by an array of finely-made clothing hanging in artistic displays.  A crowd of women perused the gorgeous clothing.  I was about to join them, when a sales clerk greeted me.  Her brown eyes sparkled as she said, "I've got the perfect styles for you.  Give me a minute to select them, and I'll bring them right out."  She vanished behind a curtain.  Her bright smile seemed to leave a trail of glitter as she turned on her heel.  I inhaled and noted the store smelled of eucalyptus, yet I felt strangely wary of the atmosphere.  Almost too perfect. 

The woman returned and placed several outfits on a rack.  I glanced at the price tags.  Expensive, silky fabric.  I could tell the garments would fit me perfectly.  Each piece of clothing was based on a Christmas theme--red, gold, green, silver.  I simultaneously hated and loved the pieces.  Christmas was over, yet they were so pretty.  The salesperson beamed, "Don't you just love what I've chosen for you?"  Somehow I felt as if I teetered on an edge of endings.  I'd celebrated Christmas.  I didn't want to go backward, although there was an inclination to do so--to overspend and buy the clothing, and then join the crowd of women vying for the dresses on display. To stay in that store, just because it was beautiful and expensive, its fragrance intoxicating.  My ambivalence was almost palpable.  I declared, "I want to move forward.  I don't want to be in a store named "World's End."  I could almost see the the woman's cherry-colored lips formed in an "O" of surpise as I ran out of the store.

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In Missing God Priscilla takes a brave and unflinching look at grief and the myriad ways in which it isolates one person from another. The characters are full-bodied and the writing is mesmerizing. Best of all, there is ample room for hope to break through. This is a must read.

Beth Webb-Hart (author of Grace At Lowtide)

winner"On A Clear Blue Day" won an "Enduring Light" Bronze medal in the 2017 Illumination Book Awards.

winnerAn excerpt from Missing God won as an Honorable Mention Finalist in Glimmertrain’s short story “Family Matters” contest in April 2010.