Once I dreamt I was the moon, bright and full, watching over the June night sky and everyone beneath me. I’ve seen a lot of things in my time, but nothing could prepare me for what I witnessed then.
I gazed upon a woman who wrote all night. Poems, songs, journal entries… But she was neither writing nor sleeping. Instead, she lay in bed, considering a new relationship with a man far away. He was a writer, too, but they had never met. She marveled at how he could invade her heart and home with just the touch of his words. His poem even said he loved her. But how would this invasion change her life?
Suddenly, I awoke. No, I was not the moon. I was the woman in the dream, still wondering how your invasion would change my life.
I’m about 6 years old, and my family and I are on a Summer camping trip. This is nothing new; I was 3 when we took our first trip. But this one is different.
I’m standing near the grill, hungrily waiting for my dad to make some burgers. To this day everything tastes better to me on the grill! But my excitement turns to pain and panic when a bee stings me, right between my fingers. I’m blind, so I don’t see it coming. The sighted kids get stung all the time anyway, but this is my initiation if you will.
I stand still, then burst into tears, clutching one hand with the other. Lunch is a little delayed while my hand is taken care of. After that it’s back to the suddenly serious business of camping. And I learn to respect bees. So small, yet so powerful!
Best camping darkens
Explosion of pain and fear
Enormous bee stings