Chapter 18: Laughing at a Funeral
“Guess what, Amira,” said Gabriel excitedly on the phone.
“I don’t know. It sounds good,” said Amira enjoying Gabriel’s happiness.
“Come on,” urged Gabriel. “You’re a healer. You’re supposed to be psychic.”
“Only sometimes.” Amira smiled. She had no idea what his good news was but not wanting to spoil his fun she ventured, “Hmm, my powers are telling me that…,” she paused waiting for a suitable idea to pop into her mind. “You sold your painting for a small fortune.”
“Nope. Guess again.” Continue reading “Together: Unforeseen Circumstances”
I am all alone.
Who will love me? Who will care?
All my efforts have come to naught.
Abandoned, forgotten, friendless.
Yet, all along, my friend, he walks.
He talks to me in tender ways.
He tells me that I have missed
the love that is especially mine.
I did not see the little smiles.
I did not hear the morning’s call.
I did not know life held me close.
My mind was lost in sorry thoughts.
In love’s kind way, we should not think
of what we want to grab and guard.
We share our light unashamed.
We reach and kiss an aching world.
I was mistaken to believe
I was so godforsaken.
How could I be when all the lovely things
have made their home in me?
From Strange Words
Chapter 14: The Convent
Amira’s neighbour had recently let her know about the forthcoming church fete and festivities which were to commemorate the one-hundred-year anniversary of the Convent. It was a place Amira loved. Inscribed on the heavy, wooden door of the Convent were the words, Built on the hill to be close to God. It wasn’t difficult to find a hill in Waldmeer. They were everywhere. Nevertheless, it was a sweet sentiment. Continue reading “Together: The Convent and the Clinkers”
Chapter 11: Done or Different
Amira was carrying the last of the art supplies from Gabriel’s car down the winding track to the bungalow. Gabriel had been driving to Waldmeer for the previous few weekends as he was keen to fix up the bungalow as a country studio.
“Thanks a lot, Maria,” said Gabriel. “Anywhere on the floor is fine.”
“Okay,” said Amira. “I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you have lots to do.” She turned for the door which was only two steps away. The entire length of the bungalow was no more than ten steps, probably, eight of Gabriel’s. It was just enough room for a bed and a small kitchen table. One single cupboard and sink made up the kitchen. Next door was a tiny room with an old but adequate bathroom. Running along one entire wall was Gabriel’s art and sculpting equipment. As the floor was uneven, he had bits of wood underneath everything. It was a constant reshuffle of the wood to try and get the structures stable. Continue reading “Together: Reach For It”