By Sherrie Cassel I caught myself dancing this morning, and for just a second. . . it was an ordinary moment, a moment like when you were still here. I wanted to call you to tell you the day started off without a hitch, a precursor to a good day. I wanted toContinue reading “The Jig is Up”
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Archetype: The Spaz
by Sherrie Cassel Archetype: The Spaz By Sherrie Ann Cassel I’m typically very open about myself, my heart, my soul, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I’ve shared while my wounds were gaping, and I’ve shared each stage of my healing process. I continue to grow as a human being, and I owe theContinue reading “Archetype: The Spaz”
Oh, ye of little faith
By Sherrie Cassel To Rikki The sky opened up in a grand symphony that played your name over and over again. I listened for your voice in the choir, but I couldn’t hear you through the joy for your return. The shaman said we spend our lives trying to get back to the garden ofContinue reading “Oh, ye of little faith”
Inside Out
By Sherrie Cassel I wonder sometimes if the fetal position is just a human created nautilus, curling inward to where infinity meets our deepest longing. I think it is in this space where I found the God of my understanding. I lean on that G_d when I’m in a dark night of the soul, orContinue reading “Inside Out”
May I have this dance?
By Sherrie Cassel I’m going to share something some, and sometimes I, consider to be woo woo, i.e., metaphysical and therefore, not grounded in “reality.” I love science, and there was a time I revered science and I thought of it as my Holy Grail filled with the answers to every question I would everContinue reading “May I have this dance?”
Mother’s Day: Year Eight
By Sherrie Cassel, mother of Rikki Google images, 2024 She said it. She said the words I’d done my best to not hear by isolating myself this weekend. The effect was immediate. She was innocent of all charges. She was the checker at the grocery store: “Thanks, and Happy Mother’s Day!” Ooomp, a knife rightContinue reading “Mother’s Day: Year Eight”
Coffee Time: In Memoriam
By Sherrie Cassel I have two yellow coffee mugs that Rikki and I used to drink from when we lived together, when he was an adolescent and into his teen years, we’d get up really early in the a.m. and chat and start the morning together. I have those mugs in our hutch of sacredContinue reading “Coffee Time: In Memoriam”
Straps and Strawberries
By Sherrie Cassel He was a war hero. He served in the Korean War, a war for which there was no rhyme nor reason, and for a confused Marine who was already experiencing posttraumatic stress disorder from an abusive childhood, this war seemed better than the one he fought at home – daily. I getContinue reading “Straps and Strawberries”
Grief on the Spectrum
By Sherrie Cassel The song, “Icicle” by Tori Amos begins with the sound of the chaotic beginning of a melting icicle, until the pattern of order begins to emerge through the notes on Tori’s piano. Order is always underneath chaos. I read once that behind every insane person is a sane person watching the chaosContinue reading “Grief on the Spectrum”
Grief to Gratitude 