Cocoon

Cocooned in the tiniest of tightly woven white shrouds, her essence’s form felt safe and cradled. This is not, after all, entombed, she heard. “Who said that,” she thought to herself, as her inner eyes remained sleepily closed. Sometimes, the darkness was like a tomb, until the brightness came again, and with it, the soft …

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Melancholy Moon

Melancholy moon brilliant in the midnight sky  traverses the inky path if only to glimpse her shining morning light. Melancholy moon fades into His Light; how she loves Him, near and from afar. From the Archives

An Old Indian Legend

Aside from pow wows that I was subject to periodically as a young girl, there weren’t too many places that I could learn about being Indian and being proud to be who I was.  I don’t remember many words of encouragement from the world at large. We were urban Indians when I was really young, …

A Yooper’s Ghost Story

This story is not mine. It's been in my files for some time, and I don't even remember who sent it. The author was not named name. If you know who authored it, please let me know so I can give him or her credit. Maybe it was Toivo. 😉 Toni A Yooper's Ghost Story …