DistractionDistraction by Jera07
I grope for you
I see you begin to turn
Your eyes bright
Your laugh deep
The one I promised my life to
My heart warms in answer
They call you
Distraction snares you before you see
Your eyes spark in answer
To the call
Your smile widens
Laughter on your lips
My fingers miss your hem
As you turn back to
My world darkens
Not asked to come
Not asked to leave
The tear on my cheek
The Shadow KnowsThe Shadow Knows by Jera07
"Have you ever done any shadow work? You know, where you meet your 'dark side ?'" My friend paused for effect. "You do a meditation with the intent of meeting your darker aspects, the negative stuff. But don't do it alone!" she warned. "Have a friend there in the room with you while you meditate and take a flashlight with you on your journey. Light will overcome the Darkness. Oh, and in your meditation, dress yourself in a purple cloak! That is a color of protection." She nodded sagely.
It all sounded pretty spooky to me!
I was relatively new to meditation with only a few months of practice to my credit. The meditations had quickly evolved into shamanic journeying. Various guides began appearing, offering their counsel. I had proven to be a very visual person right from the start. I would close my eyes, ground myself by imagining roots from the bottoms of my feet anchoring me deep in the earth, and then let my mind play images in my head, presenting me with color
Step Back: A Personal JourneyStep Back: A Personal Journey by Jera07
My husband fought his way through traffic speeding his way to the hospital. I sat in the passenger seat, a kitchen towel wrapped around my wrist, my head back against the headrest, eyes closed. Apprehension filled the air. He kept glancing over to see if I was still conscious. Damn, girl, I thought. You did it this time.
The morning had started out as most Saturday mornings, we slept later than usual, breakfasted in sweat pants and took dibs on who would hit the shower first - a wonderful, lazy Saturday morning. Klaus went through the bathroom while I washed up the few remaining dishes from the evening before. I heard the gentle hum of his razor as I reached for the last glass, a canning jar. I was about to put it in the water when it seemed to spring out of my gloved hands. It hit the edge of the sink, exploding into jagged shards. The fingers in my right hand began to tingle in one of those ways that you know something very nasty has just happened. I tore off my rubber
Moonlight Rising - Chapter 1Moonlight Rising - Chapter 1 by ZenobiaFrostmoon
The Hogwarts Express rumbled along the tracks, its rhythmic jolting as effective as a lullaby. Leandra Maycomb sat in the compartment with her head on her chest, torn between sleep and wakefulness by the soft movement of the train. It was the sixth time she rode the train to Hogwarts and the sixth time she couldn't fight off sleep. She had really tried to stay awake and speak with her friend opposite to her, but drowsiness had washed over her within an hour of the ride and she was inattentive for the rest of the trip.
Across from her sat Chloe Williams, who was watching the trees go by in the darkening evening. Occasionally she glanced at Leandra, wondering if it would be possible to start a conversation now. But Leandra remained immobile, her head hanging forward, her hair in front of her face like a brown curtain. Inwardly, Chloe winced at Leandra's physique. She was so thin and fragile-looking that Chloe was convinced she would shrivel up and die if she caught the flu. Chloe promise