Unsolicited Stories


It was her face. Her eyes to be exact. Kind and honest is what they called them. Private moments spilled when they made contact with another’s. At the market, walking down the street, checking the mail. James said, “You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read.” I’ll add to that. We believe our pain and heartbreak are unprecedented, and then we slow down, and listen. 

It was her energy. Calm is what they called it. They seemed to also think harmless. Sacred moments flowed in its presence. 

These powers, gifts, her eyes and energy, were the invitations they greedily accepted. None concerned with their potential depletion or contamination. Many oblivious to her human form.


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