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Clarisa’s Brave Entrance

Rainbow Agate stone pendant with accents of Rainbow Jasper and pink pearl beads.

Rainbow Agate stone pendant with accents of Rainbow Jasper and pink pearl beads.

Her nerves shook both her hands and her confidence, yet Clarisa smiled at the woman in the reflection. Time hadn’t been kind to her – you need only look at the wrinkles, bags under her eyes, and expanding mid-section to see the result – yet she still saw a beautiful woman reflected in the image before her.

Opening night always meant excitement, jitters, and anticipation even when she wasn’t the one on stage. Tonight, she would cheer on her former colleagues with as much joy as she could muster. Oh, how she had hoped to be a part of it all. This could have been her opportunity to return to the stage that she loved so well. She had rehearsed her monologues again and again, studied up on the role for which she was auditioning, and walked into the casting office with her head held high.

“‘Twas not to be”, she supposed after much contemplation. Yet it didn’t take away the sting every time she saw another positive critique about the show that could’ve catapulted her back on top. She’d made her choice, left a successful career in order to raise her children away from the hustle and bustle of the city. She’d expected a welcome return once she’d decided to come home, but too much time had gone by. Friends of old retired to make way for fresh faces and ideas. She didn’t have a connection left to introduce her to a public that wasn’t waiting.

She’d chosen a burgundy dress that showed off her best feature – tall, muscular legs – and accented it with a caramel-colored cashmere scarf that had been a gift from her former mentor. She wrapped the gift around her bare shoulders and let the frayed edges accentuate her hips. She clasped the Rainbow Agate stone pendant that hung around her neck and closed her eyes. “Please let tonight be a new start.”

Clarisa heard her husband call for her and knew she was ready to make an entrance.

Rea’s Family Tree

Rea“What’s the point?”  Rea kept her gaze upon the tree ahead of her.  “Grammy, why put plastic eggs on the branches?  You don’t expect us to climb up and get them anyway.”

Eighteen going on ten, Rea found this entire tradition to be nothing short of ridiculous.  Why couldn’t her family be normal and fill eggs with money and candy?  Instead, for the first week of Spring, her family adorns a tree in honor of their ancestral lineage.

“Why can’t we start using different colors,” she asked.  “I’m sure Granny Kate wouldn’t mind being purple this year.”

Her grandmother smirked and coughed to cover a laugh.

“Blue for the men, pink for the ladies.”

Rea stared at the multitude of eggs on the bottom few branches and pondered aloud.  “I’m surprised you can find any more room up there.  Especially if Justine keeps popping out kid after kid.”

I need to go help your mother in the kitchen.”  Her grandmother kissed her cheek and return inside the one-story rancher. 

This was Rea’s first year as the  “Tree Keeper”, the one to manage the family history records and photos.  It was her task now, as the eldest female in her generation to maintain the list and plan the family reunion.  The worn books were cool to look at; the dresses were so different then and the furniture so detailed.

Even though this was a responsibility of honor and importance, Rea didn’t want it.  After all, she was heading off to college next month.  She didn’t want to be saddled down with tattered books and binders full of cemetery records.  She’d need room for her theatre programs and photo collages of her best friends.  All of this “stuff” would only keep her locked in the lives of people in the past instead of focusing on the ones she loved in the present.

Rea plopped on the wicker chair and stared through the intense sun glare.  “The tree does look beautiful,” she had to admit, “but next year I’m definitely putting a purple egg in Granny’s Kate’s spot.”  She smiled and joined the family that were still there.

 

 

Anne and the Spirited Crowd

Multi-colored stone with accents of black, silver, and red.

Multi-colored stone with accents of black, silver, and red.

Jealousy. Ferocity. Passion. She struggled with all as she stared out at the crowd. They blamed her. Doubted her. Scorned her even. Yet, they had no clue. No sense of the truth. She’d never tell them. Wouldn’t admit how much they rushed to judgment. They believe d what they wanted without hesitation.

 Now, here she stood, angry at all she lost and grieving for what taken from her. Her child, now being raised by the friar and his wife. Stolen out of her arms in the name of God and all that was holy. Because clearly, she was not.

 He was here, the man she loved. Yet, he chose to stand beside a woman that offered normalcy and prosperity. She could provide him neither. Despite his cowardice, she loved him still and hoped that afterwards he’d realize the error of his ways.

 The heat intensified and the crowd’s anticipation flooded her sensibilities. The fear stabbed at her with as much strength as the ropes that bound her to the post.

 They gagged her mouth, refusing her the courtesy of any last words. But she didn’t need sound to get her message across. They would suffer for this choice but not because of any actions she took. Their hatred and closed-minded perspective would lead down a path of misery until they succumbed to the pain and frustration. She wouldn’t haunt them nor curse them for eternity. She pictured her daughter and said good-bye.

 The smoke filled her nostrils, and she coughed through the handkerchief. The crackling grew louder and the first touch of fire scourged through her every muscle. The pain seared not only her skin and clothing but her spirit too. “Make it quick,” she pleaded. “I’ll move on to a new life. Just hold on, it’s almost over.”

 The sky blazed in an orange haze, and her spirit flew home.

The Key to Marie’s Heart

Marie's Key

Marie sat on the wicker chair and stared out at the Atlantic Ocean.  She knew unquestionably that this beach house was home despite the fact that her residence was situated an hour away.  The vacation neared its completion, yet she was comforted to know that she’d be returning next month.  As time passed and everyday stresses worked on her nerves, she longed for the beach.  There’s something so calming and melodic while watching the waves splash against the pebbled shoreline.  The rhythm frequently lulled her to sleep while creating imaginative scenes in her mind.

Though not an artist by profession, Marie revels in art through music, theatre, and a knack for being crafty! As she gazed at the beautiful sunset, she felt a connection more powerful than any other time in her life.  The rays of light kissed the water’s surface and twinkled with every movement.  She allowed the daydream to take its course, so she closed her eyes and rested her head against the interlaced chair.

Magic.  Beauty.  Imagination.  The carnival music resonated from the pier even blocks away from where Marie stood.  She stared at her painted toenails that stuck out of the bejeweled, khaki-colored sandals.  The cotton dress that flowed from her recently larger frame could use some adjustments.  Regardless of the ample room, the dress remained one of Marie’s favorites.  An ocean-blue background with ivory trimming.  The necklace that brushed against her collarbone reminded her of how precious each moment is.  The key-shaped pendant with a fleur-de-lis center symbolized love in its truest sense – the key to unlocking your heart resides in the most mystical of places.

Marie opened her eyes and wiggled her red-painted toes.  Reaching for her wine glass, she heard the front door open and the beautiful sounds of her boys’ laughter filled the air.  She raised her glass towards the sky and toasted to the joy that filled her heart.

*I purchased the lovely pendant from jewelry artists Bob & Kristi Dengler.  They have a variety of other beautiful pieces.  Please visit their website, www.RobertKristi.com, to peruse their collection.*

Calipea and the Falling Snow

Peacock pendant with colorful accent beads.

Peacock pendant with colorful accent beads.

Calipea nestled in the snow, her small frame cocooned in layers of protective apparel.  As the snowflakes tickled her nose and kissed her rosy cheeks, she stared up at the beautiful dance of the falling snow.  The sunlight intermixed with the snowflakes, creating a prism of sparkling light above.

“I’m going to miss this place,” she whispered.

Tomorrow, Calipea will settle in at her new home.  A land much different from her current one.  A home where the sun’s always shining, the temperature is just perfect, and the atmosphere warm and pleasant.  She hadn’t expected to fall in love with the weather, the people, and the beach.  A lifetime of rugged mountains, frigid temperatures and snow-covered roads had been enough for her growing up.  This was her home.  She knew no different and didn’t want to.

All of her friends couldn’t wait to “escape” the chilling boundaries that enclosed them.  To get as far away as their skis could take them.  Not her.  Calipea yearned for the chilled air against her face as she raced down the snow-capped mountain.  The freedom.  The allure.  The independence.  Nothing else calmed her like strapping on a pair of skis and hitting the slopes.  The power in her hands, she zipped passed trees and sped towards her destination.

At thirty-three years of age, this lifelong snow bunny watched the flakes trickle through her fingers and readied herself to say goodbye.  She brushed off the snow from her thermal jacket, wrapped the knit scarf tight around her neck, and headed back to the cabin.  She still had plenty of packing to do before tonight’s Bon Voyage bonfire.  As sure as she was that she’d get homesick for this winter wonderland, she also knew that if she didn’t move to California now then she never would.