Day 10 and 11

By Jo Ann Alo / May 21, 2019 /

Butterflies. Rainbows after rain. Baking cake with your best friend. The whish-whooshing sound of the dish washer. Movie theatre popcorn. Mom and Dad for dinner. Laughing at ourselves. Sunbeams shooting through clouds. Squirrels looking for leftovers. Praying: Help me see things from Your perspective, Lord.  

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Hear my love.

By Jo Ann Alo / May 18, 2019 /

Assumption has been too much a part of my relationships. Our ears are designed to hear love—hear affection. Words are always entering our mind. Most are not audible and few are affectionate. I know…actions speaks louder than words, but words sweeten the soul. “You are my favorite part of the day,” he said over the…

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By Jo Ann Alo / May 16, 2019 /

My whole life I wanted to be someone else. I’m taking pictures of myself for a project I’m working on. Picking myself apart in all of them. My chin and neck are sagging, tiny wrinkles ripple across my face, a deep line labels my forehead. Hide those elbows, they’re starting to dimple. I found an editing…

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Day 5

By Jo Ann Alo / May 14, 2019 /

Day 5 Unable to sleep—able to praise. A quieting mind. Every little impression leaves a mark. David mows over a path for me. Yellow Rocket opening everywhere. I tell my Dad I want a relationship with him, he plants one on my mouth, and to my surprise the little girl in me never left. Our…

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Day 4

By Jo Ann Alo / May 13, 2019 /

His early morning toes stroke my ankle. We sit on the edge of the tub, our faces in the mirror, heads lean on the other, and we brush our teeth. An oriole stops for a drink. Bacon and eggs. One of our bunnies didn’t make it, and we fold into each others arms like we…

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Day 3

By Jo Ann Alo / May 12, 2019 /

Day 3 Pumpkin batter melts in my mouth. Raindrops poke circles in puddles. A grandson learning to lay love on the page. David’s  hand covers mine and his thumb strums my fingers. The doorbell rings and my Girls honor me with reassuring pink petals. Flannel cased pillows cradle my head and we guess who done…

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Day 2

By Jo Ann Alo / May 11, 2019 /

Golden brown cinnamon snows in shiny white porcelain. Sticky raisins coat themselves in its light powder. Steaming oats warm the bowl. Dark silvery molasses bleeds bittersweet. Creamy cashew milk bubbles and foams to the brim filling blessedness. Sympathy cards keep pouring love and sorrow like ointment. Birds hatch and hunger for earths sustenance. David’s footprints…

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Divine Nature

By Jo Ann Alo / May 10, 2019 /

Day 1 I’m bird watching. Rose chested grosbeaks and yellow finches are draining black safflower seeds and thistle from feeders. Hummingbirds are starting to circle—dipping their sword straight beaks into glistening sweet water. Fluffy baby bunnies snuggled down a hole in our back yard. My daughter Laura brought crisp green lettuce with roasted squash and avocado to…

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Sunday Scars

By Jo Ann Alo / April 28, 2019 /

Sunday. It hasn’t been so holy. When I was a kid it was the day of obligation. When I birthed my own it was an hour of responsible parenting. Ick. Now…it’s just another day of blessed holiness. The sun breaks through my window and my eyes can barely stand the light. I can’t bring myself…

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Good Grief

By Jo Ann Alo / April 22, 2019 /

Reality is something I ignored till twenty-four. Afraid facing the truth would obliterate me. It was easier to play happy, calm, contented—so I thought. There were losses. Ones I didn’t want to admit. Grief I had no stomach for. I thought I could think my way out of sadness. Stay positive reclining on the bright…

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