An Alternate Reality

Archive for November, 2018

My Favorite Childhood Place

I was 11 when Star Trek arrived on the TV screen. The characters and stories so captivated me that I created my own Star Trek world. I shared a room with my sister, and the window seat between the two built in dressers became my transporter. I would stand in that space and be beamed across the universe to a place and time where a smart, shy girl could fit in and feel special. I even made a communicator out of a blue jewelry box, a button, and a piece of my Dad’s calculator machine tape, which I carried in my purse for many years. (And that I still have it in a box somewhere, just in case!) So, I had my own grand space adventures with the crew, saving worlds and discovering new and amazing things.
My transporter carried me into a world of imagination that I still visit to this day. Star Trek, with its exploration, adventure, and social conscience is still, very much, the story of my life.

Live long, and prosper!

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Sometimes

Sometimes I reach the breaking point
but I am never broken.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t stop
but I am always stopping.

Sometimes I feel so screamingly ugly
but there inside is beauty

Sometimes I feel like I could die
but somehow I keep living.

Dead Leaves

The trees shed their leaves
as part of nature’s plan.
The dead leaves enrich the soil
and snuff out the choking weeds,
paving the way for new growth in the spring.

But urban humans
have a different plan.
The dead leaves need to be
raked up and hauled away.
We can’t be reminded of death and decay.

When did we decide that groomed lawns
were better than wild flowers?
When did we start to assume that we could
change our fate by hiding the evidence.
When did we forget what dead leaves are for?

We need to cover ourselves in dead leaves,
letting that blanket connect us
to all we have lost.
We need to die and decay
and pave the way for our own new growth in the spring.