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Postcard #24: Into the Not-So Tropical Island

Breath in. Breath out. That’s what they tell you in mindfulness exercises. Focus on your breath. Focus, focus, focus. I focus on taking one step at a time as we finally leave the roller coaster, both of us a bit woozy. I focus on the cracks ripping through the sidewalk, the result of erosion orContinue reading “Postcard #24: Into the Not-So Tropical Island”

Blank Postcard #11

I dive, into a tailspin with no end in sight. The coaster dips and turns, eventually directing itself around one, two, three loops before torpedoing downwards, then spiraling upwards. It’s enough to make the anxious nauseated, the adrenaline junkie thrilled. Around and around, the story plays because that is what it always does, whether inContinue reading “Blank Postcard #11”

Blank Postcard #9

Up and down, up and down, we bob like a float wandering lost among the waves, sailing further and further away from its wailing owner. Well, actually we were on a float, the ferry taking us from one adventure to another. “You know, there have been so many adventures, I’m afraid I may have missedContinue reading “Blank Postcard #9”

Postcard #21: The Mariner’s Tale

The car nearly collides into the boat. My mind, caught in a trap by the beautiful rise of the sun, drifts from the road and I neglect the gas pedal, letting Darth Vader glide seamlessly off the road and into the marina. Thump, thump, thump. The wheels bounce off the deck, and I finally slamContinue reading “Postcard #21: The Mariner’s Tale”

Blank Postcard #8

“Can you tell me another story?” they ask laying back on the roof to watch the oncoming display of stars. They are still getting ready, some already eager to step onto the stage and dazzle the world with their brilliance. One is too eager and falls from the stage, a beautiful blue streak shooting headfirstContinue reading “Blank Postcard #8”

Postcard #16: Going South to North Carolina

The snow finally stops, with only a few flakes still drifting across the parking lot, swirling in one final performance before the white sky lifts its curtain and reveals the sparkling, clear night waiting to take the stage. They look behind their shoulder at the hotel, but the curtains are closed and their benefactor remainsContinue reading “Postcard #16: Going South to North Carolina”

Blank Postcard #5

I wake up staring at a blank ceiling. I blink. Where am I? Ah, yes the plain walls are boxing me in, trapping me like a wild animal. Or is it protecting me? I walk to the window and see a white blanket covering the street, the car, the gas station. I am still inContinue reading “Blank Postcard #5”

Postcard #2: Iceland Round One

” Why are you starting here?” they say as I tell them of the destination I had in mind. I roll my eyes; I was definitely the kind of child that always asked ” Are we there yet?” about fifty million times if I didn’t have my face pressed against a window imagining a giantContinue reading “Postcard #2: Iceland Round One”