The Tree We Grow – A Poem

*Tomorrow is my one year wedding anniversary with my Husband Michael. This poem is for him. I love you! 🙂tree

 

I always tell people

that you are my Prince.

In my mind,

you arrived within the Dark Forest

upon your steed.

There was a light that shone from you,

and all I could do

was stare as your heart

reached out to touch mine.

I always tell people

that you are my Knight.

You are forever shining your light

within the shadows that surround me,

to show me what I am truly capable of.

You charge ahead,

my biggest supporter and ally

in this world we find ourselves in.

I always tell people

that there are not enough words

to say how beautiful you are.

To you, I say

I give you my heart.

In my mind,

I gave it to you last year

when you gave me yours.

To you, I say

you are a part of me

and you are a bright light

that continues to make my life shine.

To you, I say

that if there was a word that was bigger than love,

I feel that for you.

I love you with my whole spirit,

my whole mind,

my whole body.

You are everything to me

and knowing that this is but one branch

upon a tree that has so far left to grow

fills me with joy.

You have rewritten the cosmos

and I am so thankful for

you.

Walking the Walk

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Hey Everyone!

On April 29th, I will be waling the walk!

I will be walking in the Mandarin MS Walk in Ottawa. I will be doing 5KM and this will be my fifth year taking part in the walk. It’s such a wonderful day filled with friends and family and thousands of people all walking for a good cause.

The funds raised through the walk will go towards research that will find a cure. As someone living with Multiple Sclerosis, I hope they find a cure for the disease in my lifetime.

I’ve been asked why I do the MS Walk. Well, that’s a two-part answer.

When I first did the MS Walk, I did the 3KM. I walked to prove that I could do it. When I was first struck with MS, I was bedridden for more than a month. As I started getting better, I had to train myself to do what I had done without thinking before: taking a shower, walking, speaking, typing. Everything was a battle that I was only too willing to take on.

I had seen advertisements for the MS Walk and, on a whim, decided to join. I was immediately filled with fear. I didn’t know if I could walk 3KM, had only just started walking without the aid of my cane.

Thankfully, I was walking with a team of incredible people that helped inspire me and support me. They knew that I could do it, so I believed in myself. When I crossed the finish line, I felt that I had proven something to myself and that I was capable of more than I thought possible.

Now, as I take on my fifth MS Walk, I walk for those that can’t. There are so many others that are worse off than I am, that can’t walk or have difficulty doing so. I walk for everyone who suffers from MS and everyone who is affected by the disease.

I walk because I can.

This year, I’m trying to raise $1,000. The donations raised will go towards research that will find a cure that I hope will be in my lifetime. If you feel like donating, please do. Any amount helps! Or if you are in Ottawa and feel like walking with The Wolf Pack, come walk with me!

Learn more here:

http://mssoc.convio.net/site/TR/Walk/OntarioDivision?px=1945081&pg=personal&fr_id=5909

Thanks Everyone!

Sparkle on!

Thorns of a Rose – A Flash Fiction Story

3635165958_e6dd8ccb5e_mShe hadn’t meant to kill him.

Looking over at Oliver, she said: “Olie, I didn’t mean to kill him.”

Oliver sighed.

Rose wondered how he could communicate so much with one sigh. The sigh communicated displeasure, unrest, anger and exasperation all at once.

Oliver was the master of the sigh.

“Honest, I didn’t. I thought it was cocoa powder, honest and true.”

Oliver sighed and finished this sigh with a “Humph!” He must clearly be angry.

They walked along the dirt road, with nary a horse and cart in sight. They had been passed by some farmers bringing their wares to market some time ago, but they had been the only people that they had seen for some time.

Rose tried again. “Look, Olie. I think we’re in the clear. The fact that his regiment haven’t come after us mean that they haven’t found his body yet.”

“After you, you mean.”

Scuffing her boot on the dirt and kicking at a tree stump that was snaking through the dirt, Rose tried to sound nonchalant and innocent. “I don’t know what you are referring to.” Aw crumbs. She sounded snobbish, not innocent.

“You know exactly what I mean! You couldn’t keep from killing him. Why do you have to kill everybody that employs you? Why, Rose?”

She began walking again to catch up to Oliver. “I don’t mean to! But all these men forget that a rose has thorns. I have to remind them!”

“Yes, but why don’t you remind them by yelling at them or breaking a dish? Why must you remind them by taking their lives?”

Now it was her turn to “Humph!” She let out a breath. “Because that wouldn’t feel the sting of my thorns if I merely broke their chamber pot, now would they? Where would be the fun in that?”

Oliver grabbed hold of Rose’s shoulder to stop her in her steps. “Killing people isn’t fun, Rose.”

She gave him a devilish grin. “You’ve obviously been doing it wrong.”

Letting out a growl, Oliver said “Killing isn’t a game!”

“And neither is survival!” She looked at him with bright blue eyes. “Didn’t you swear to do whatever you needed to do in order to keep me safe? Didn’t you tell our parents that?”

“Yes, but you weren’t killing people at that point.”

“True,” She said. “My first one wasn’t until the next moon.”

“Why did he have to go again?”

“Because he called me a trollop. Me! A trollop! I’m only nine years old.”

Oliver scoffed. “You were trying to take his coin purse when you were supposed to be cleaning the silver. I don’t think he meant trollop in the biblical sense.”

“Even so, saying it and thinking it are two different things.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked up at him. “He might as well have called me a whore.”

“And what about the next one, or the man after that?”

She batted her eyes. To Oliver, it looked as if her eyelashes were spiders trying to find purchase on her face. “They disrespected me.” Rose said. “And I had to teach them a rose has thorns.”

Oliver threw up his hands and let out a loud, guttural roar. “What about this time? And don’t tell me that you didn’t mean to kill him!”

“I didn’t. Honestly and truly I didn’t.”

Oliver gave her a stern look. “Rose, you’ve killed every employer that you’ve ever had.” He sighed. “Why is this time different?”

He didn’t think that Rose would answer him, that she would keep the secret to herself. To Oliver’s surprise, she spoke.

“I loved him.” Rose said softly.

‘Him’ had been Prince Franklin Artemis Rogus Tegaine. He was a princeling of only twelve moons. Rose had been hired to answer the princelings every demand. Rose and the Princeling had become close. Apparently, very close.

“You didn’t poison him?”

“No, truly I didn’t. I was making him a cup of cocoa, just as I said. I chose the yellow glass jar just like always, the one with the label on the front with the drawing of a cup and saucer drawn on parchment.” She reached inside the pockets of her apron.

“But there was something hidden beneath. See?”

Rose held out the jar to Oliver and he took it. It was indeed a yellow jar with a wooden lid. On the front of the jar was the drawing of a cup and saucer. However, the parchment seemed to be coming away from the jar.

“Did you look at what’s under the parchment?” Oliver asked.

“No,” Rose said. “That jar is always the jar for his cocoa. I didn’t even think to look.”

Ever so slowly, Oliver pulled away the piece of parchment and handed it to Rose with shaking hands. They looked down at the jar. With the parchment free, they saw that the jar what was written upon the jar.

“It’s the skull and crossbones, only the skull is drawn in the shape of a rat’s head.” Rose said.

“Rat poison.” Oliver whispered.

“See, I was telling the truth! I didn’t know it was poison!”

Oliver pulled Rose closer. “Rose, do you know what this means?”

She shook her head. “No. What can it mean?”

“It means that there was someone in the castle that wished him harm. They knew your habits, what jar you got the cocoa out of. They knew your movements.” He gasped as something occurred to him. “Perhaps they even knew about the men you’ve already killed.”

Looking down at the jar in his hand, he shivered. “It means there is a traitor to the throne in the castle.”

Before Rose could respond, there was a noise of hooves on the dirt road. Someone let loose a battle cry from a horn. There was the sound of hounds as well.

It seemed the king’s men had found them at last.

You Are Everything Wonderful – A Poem

sparkle Tomorrow is the 4 year Anniversary of when I first met my Husband. Our first wedding anniversary is on the 15th of April, but I didn’t want to let the day that I met him pass by with telling him how much he means to me.

You’ve given me the world and you have re-written my life. I am so thankful for you. I love you, Michael, beyond what words can say.

 

You are a wonder to me.

I look at the life

that we have built together

and it is like something out of

my dreams somehow made real.

You are joy to me.

Everything that is good in the world

can be summed up in your touch

or the sound of your voice

as you say my name.

You are timeless to me.

I’m amazed that we have

somehow mastered the art of time travel.

How else to explain that

each day with you feels like minutes,

every month with you feels like mere hours,

and that four years has passed by

in the space and time of a heartbeat?

Together, we are but a symphony

that has just begun to play,

a story at the beginning of a new chapter.

You are everything wonderful

and because of you,

I believe in Magic.

The Butterfly Mirror – A Short Story

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All around him there was the sound of flutes. The music made him think of the movement of butterflies caught in the wind.

A woman came towards him, seeming to float rather than walk. She had light brown hair that framed her face in a riot of curls. “I’m Susan. Welcome to Silver Springs, Alexander.” She had large brown eyes and Alexander could see himself in them. “What do you desire?”

It was the same question that was on their advertisement and had been what had caught his attention. He looked at it for a while thinking, what did he desire? He wanted the things that others wanted: more money, a bigger house, a better car; but what did he really want? That’s what the billboard seemed to be asking him.

There was one thing he wanted above all others. He was afraid to utter it aloud however. He’d never even said it out loud to himself. “I’m sorry.” Alexander said thickly, swallowing.

Susan looked at him with those dark brown eyes. “It’s all right Alexander. You have nothing to be afraid of. But if you don’t tell me, there’s not much I can do.”

Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes and relaxed. He let his breath out and said that which he had kept secret within the dark halls of his mind. “I want love.” He whispered fiercely. A tear slid down his face and he did nothing to brush it away.

“There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He heard a bottle being opened and the scent of lavender filled the air. “Why was that so hard to say?”

Alexander opened his eyes. “Because I’ve spent my life keeping everyone away.” He let out a little chuckle and could have sworn he felt Susan smile softly. “Why would I keep everyone away if I want love?”

“Human’s are strange beings. It’s often that way.” Susan said softly. “You often run away from what you want most.” She gave him a sweet smile. “Walk with me.”

She took his left elbow and they walked through a store that was a sea of colour. As they kept walking, he wondered how big the store was. It was like they could go on walking forever. Eventually they stopped. They were inside of a room that was draped with white fabric.

“At Silver Springs we do what is called Soul Therapy. We align your body with your spirit so that you can be who you need to be to obtain what you desire.”

Alexander was taken aback. “You mean like plastic surgery?”

Susan let out a soft laugh that reminded Alexander of the flute music he had heard when he had first entered. “No, nothing like that. We merely align your soul with the rest of you. When a child is born, there is soul inside of them. Just like your body grows, so does that soul, like a small seed filled with light. Like a tree, it can sometimes grow in odd shapes. We find a way to make sure your soul fills all of you, that’s all.”

Moving closer to him, she held out her arm. “Grab hold, Alexander. We’re going to go on a journey.”

“What do you mean? What kind of journey?”

She tapped a finger on his forehead. “A journey in here. It won’t take very long, but I hope it will show us what we want to know. We’re just going to take a quick hop back to your past.”

He looked at her arm with some trepidation. She took his hands in her own and warmth sped through Alexander’s body at her touch. “Trust me.”

Despite his fear, he thought that trusting Susan was easier than living as he was, wanting so much that it hurt. He nodded.

“Excellent. Now, can you close your eyes? I want you to count to ten and then open them. I’ll hold tight to you, okay?”

Nodding, Alexander closed his eyes and began counting. The smell of lavender became stronger and he heard the sound of flutes again. Calmness soothed him, and he opened his eyes…

*

…to be looking at himself.

Or rather, looking into a mirror. He watched as a younger version of himself approached a boy he liked. Alexander still remembered the way the boy’s hair had caught the light, looking like spun gold. He had been in his early teens then, unsure about the world and his place in it.

He watched as his young self tried to take hold of the boy’s hand, his mouth open to profess his love, only to have it brushed away. The other boy had turned on him, yelling at him and saying horrible things. Alexander couldn’t hear them through the mirror, but he still remembered them: unnatural, abomination, freak. All the while, the other boy cried, as if he had been afraid of something within himself.

Beside him, Susan squeezed his hand. “You’ve been carrying this around inside you all this time. No wonder you are so keen to keep everyone away, Alexander.”

Reaching out to touch the mirror, Alexander was surprised to find his hand slipping through the veil of glass. He let out a gasp and pulled his hand back, leaving ripples in the glass like water. His younger self looked back at him. They studied each other for a moment until the vision changed.

Alexander was slightly older and in a relationship. His stuff had been packed into boxes and bags. He was clearly leaving. The man he was with was crying. The vision changed again, and he was older still and with another man. They were yelling and then this Alexander turned and left as well.

Tears were sliding down his face. “I wanted to keep them all away.”

Susan nodded. “So, they can’t hurt you, so you can’t be hurt again.” She gave his hand another squeeze. “I know, dear one, I know.”

“How are we seeing this?” Alexander asked

Susan smiled at him. “Because I can see inside of you, but only when I touch you.” She took her hand away from his and the image faded until nothing was there. “See?”

“So, what happens now? How do I let love in now that I’m terrified of being alone?”

“Now? You can let go. I want you to reach inside yourself until you find that memory. The one where you were hurt so badly as a child. I want you to grab hold of it and pull if out of you so that you can let it go.”

“I’m willing to do anything.” Alexander said. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

Susan smiled at him and took his hands again. The mirror flickered on again, showing the scenes that he had watched before. It stopped on the first one, the one of him as a young kid and the first boy he had ever loved.

“I want you to close your eyes and reach inside yourself. I want you to find that memory and grab it and not let go. Can you do that for me?”

Alexander didn’t hesitate. He closed his eyes. As he did so, the scent of lavender filled the air once again. He heard the fluttering of butterflies. He opened his eyes within himself and could see his memories, flittering around his head. There were pictures drawn in black ink on their wings.

He tried reaching for one of them, but they were too quick for him. His feet seemed rooted to the spot, so he could not jump to reach them. Alexander stood there, watching them fly above him. How was he to do this? Susan didn’t give him any instructions other than to catch his memories?

Alexander watched them flying above him, he saw one that was glowing slightly, shining brighter than the rest of the others. Looking closely, he saw a broken heart drawn on the butterfly’s wings in thick black lines.

As he watched them, a thought occurred to him. What had Susan said? “I want you to grab hold of it and pull if out of you so that you can let it go.”

What if he didn’t grab it? What if he asked the memory instead?

He held out his hands, bringing them together so that his palms and fingers formed a cup. Keeping his eye on the butterfly with the broken heart upon its wings, Alexander spoke softly. “Please.” He said. “Please, I want to let you go. I’ve held on to you too long when I should have let you fly away. Won’t you come with me so that we can be free?”

The butterfly came towards the sound of his voice, almost as if it were falling slowly through the air. When it landed on his hand, a thrum of energy ran through his body. “Thank you.” He said. Alexander gently closed his hands together. “Thank you,” He said again.

Closing his eyes, he heard the flute music again and when he opened them, he was back in that expanse of white, back within Silver Springs. Susan was looking at him, smiling that wide and beautiful smile. In front of them was the mirror and it shone like silver water.

“Did you get it? Did you get the butterfly?” She asked.

Alexander nodded and held up his closed hands.

“Then let the memory go, Alexander. Let it fly.”

When Alexander opened his hands, however, there was nothing there. He heard the sound of butterfly wings and turned towards it. The sound was coming from the mirror. Alexander watched as hundreds of butterflies, the memories of every negative thing that had shaped him, flew out of the mirror.

Watching them fly towards the white ceiling that looked like clouds, Alexander felt a warmth inside his chest. He watched the last of the butterflies disappear and looked toward Susan. “What’s happening?”

She came towards him and placed a hand on where his heart lay. “Now, you’ve planted a seed. It’s time to let it grow again so you can love once more.”

As he was leaving the store, he saw a tray of pins. One of them caught his eye: a small, blue butterfly. He took it out of the tray and held it, watching as light seemed to shine from it.

He turned back to look at Susan, to ask her how much the butterfly was…and she was not there. Neither was Silver Springs. Instead, he was standing outside what looked like an abandoned mall with only a butterfly pin and a seed of light in his heart.

Alexander turned away from the mall and walked back towards where he had come from, knowing that these were the steps in a new part of his life.

With each step, that seed of light started to grow…