The month and the Ultimate Blog Challenge are almost over. What is it that I have accomplished? And was it what I set out to do? The answer is I don’t know to both. Well, there goes my quest for clarity. My head is as muddled now as is in the beginning. At the same time, I don’t feel a sense of failure. I am living real life one day at a time. Some days are good. Some are not. Some days are a mixture. What I know for sure is everything passes.

This morning I was reading Dr. Larry Dossey’s The Extra-Ordinary Healing Power of Ordinary Things. I really enjoyed the section on plants and bugs and how they contribute to our well being. It made me realize how out of touch I am with the natural world. How often do I look up at the sky and really see it? Have I ever hug a tree or even sat under one? Do I pay attention to the creatures that crawl about and fly above? They are mostly in the peripheral of my awareness. I am too much concern with me, myself and I.

Perhaps I should widen my scope and pay attention to the natural world. I felt myself opening and softening up inside as I read the stories of flowers blooming out of season and maggots and leeches healing wounds. I want to be in midst of the green and crawling living things. I want to hold hands and have conversations with them again. I did that once upon a time. Once upon a time I also played on the rooftop of my grandfather’s house in China. I played and talked to ghosts, too. It’s not too late. I can still have all those conversations. All I have to do is open up my mind and heart again.



It’s Monday and I’m very late for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  We like to tell stories of 100 words.  This week’s photo prompt is from Douglas M. MacIlroy.  Here is my story, a little late and a little lame.


Alice backed herself to the farthest corner of the bed.  She curled herself into a tight ball, covering her face with her arms.  She choked back a sob.

They were crawling out of the hole and across the mattress in droves.  She felt their furry little paws scurrying up her feet, some working their way into her pajama legs.

Screaming, she jumped out and ran to the shower, turning on the tap to full hot. They fell like flies from her.  She leaned against the wall, weak with relief.  Her eyes fell on the drain.  It was teeming with crawling bugs.