Author Archives: wbgayle

Looking sour and stern, the old lady pushes her way into the inside seat, her mouth turned downward while she stares straight ahead. Suddenly, she claps her hands and smiles warmly at the boy when she sees him looking.

His face painted silver, surrounded by all his earthy belongings, the man used loud speakers to broadcast prophetic doom. Exiting the subway train, we hurried, looking away not wanting to see his face.

Our mom was in great pain. Even breathing was hard. Fluid filled her face making her barely recognizable laying there. Her favorite red lipstick we put gently on her lips to make her look like our Mom.

A life of faith, knowing all things will resolve the way they should is the ultimate test of patience, endurance, and belief in the guidance of a greater power.  Trusting in that force gives passion a life.

Black clouds roiling on the horizon…dark, stormy mountains of nature’s wrath seething terror. Flashes of lightening and bolts of thunder thrown to the earth in forceful display of strength. Pouring rains drenching all that lies unprotected. Sound and fury retreats … Continue reading →

Alone time. I need it to recharge my energy …to listen to my own thoughts and to sort out the demands made by others. Solitude in small doses cures my angst and restores me until the next alone time.