By Sherrie Cassel The moon refused to disappear into the sky this morning greedily taking away from the sunrise. I do not begrudge the moon refusing to submit; it lights our nights, along with the stars on a clear desert night – and it holds space for the sun, until it must wrestle for topContinue reading “The Last Stretch”
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Mining Grief
By Sherrie Cassel The condensation drips like diamonds onto my glass table, a thrift store find. I’m mesmerized by the beauty of drops of water, and I marvel at the ecosystem contained within each tiny drop – and I drink the tiny globes on my glass. As the sun rises in the sky from theContinue reading “Mining Grief”
Clearing the Muck: an Allegory
By Sherrie Cassel I don’t understand how reflections work. Narcissus stared into his own reflection and in his vanity, he fell in love with it. I’m looking out my window at 4:30 a.m.; it’s dark. I can see the reflection of this room in my office window. I can see a few of the piecesContinue reading “Clearing the Muck: an Allegory”
America: A Dream Deferred
By Sherrie Cassel I’m generally a calm person. I pray. I meditate. I take great psych meds. I’m even keeled, even in crises. I haven’t been unhinged for so long, I can’t remember the last occasion I was graced with a manic meltdown. With this being said, I’m very close to a primal scream. TheContinue reading “America: A Dream Deferred”
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By Sherrie Cassel The truism “absence makes the heart grow fonder” works well for those in grief. Over twenty years ago, my father died, and during that time, I’ve developed a greater understanding of who and why he was. I’ve even developed some grace, maybe not forgiveness, but definitely … understanding. In the ten yearsContinue reading “Untitled”
Sloughing Impurities
By Sherrie Cassel Dripping colors swirl in the fire blending and stretching in the skilled and scarred hands of the glassblower — until she learns how to coordinate breath with white hot flickering flames. I can’t imagine the learning curve for a newbie. I’m fascinated by fire – not like a pyro fascination, but IContinue reading “Sloughing Impurities”
Freedom
By Sherrie Cassel I’m “listening to my jam” as our grandson used to tell me when he was very small and when he didn’t want to go to bed. I’m a morning person. I get up at 4 a.m. and play music and dance my way through the alone time I’m so lucky to have.Continue reading “Freedom”
Tap Dancing through the Grief Process
By Sherrie Cassel I listen to Taylor Swift’s LIFE OF A SHOW GIRL at least three times per day; it speaks to me; it speaks to me about an innocence I was not fortunate to experience in my childhood. Sixty-four years later, it’s really okay now. I’ve learned to absorb all the amazing experiences inContinue reading “Tap Dancing through the Grief Process”
Transitional Objects
By Sherrie Cassel I’m staring at the dried, yellow flowers immortalized in clear resin and mounted on a piece of dark wood. This is a gift my son gave to me when he was just a young child. With no child support from a dead-beat biological father, money was always tight, and thrift stores wereContinue reading “Transitional Objects”
Momma said there’ll be days like this…
By Sherrie Cassel So, no news is good news, right? Well, maybe on some days. I haven’t written anything for this page for a spell. My absence has been both good and challenging. Life is to be lived fully when not in crisis, and I’ve been fortunate to have smooth sailing for a bit. OurContinue reading “Momma said there’ll be days like this…”
Grief to Gratitude 