Note to reader: I am using this space and place to post parts of a new slip-fiction novel series I am working on, Left Brain Right, the story of a young girl who hears voices. Left-Brain excerpts will be from her care-takers’ point of view, while right-brain excerpts will describe how she sees the situation. I will not be posting the whole story, but I will be posting practical tips when dealing with someone, or one’s own self, as they are going through traumatic, or not so traumatic, experiences.

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How today’s story excerpt can help you:

Theme: When loved ones leave, their physical bodies may be gone, but their eternal spirit is with us forever. Sometimes, however, that may step away for a while as we discover what it means to live life on our own terms.

In today’s story excerpt, Michelle meets her grandmother in her dreams, in the eternal world, not for a final goodbye, but good bye for a while as she discovers how to live life on her own terms.

It is time
Spirit Time

Like the sun reaching its zenith
after a cool, spring morning,
the closer her grandmother drew near to her,
the more warmth she could feel radiating from her.

It reached down past her own skin
into the very marrow
of her bones.

As soon as she was close enough,
she wrapped her arms around her.
There was something familiar,
yet different.

And as she pulled away
and looked into her grandmother’s eyes,
there were hints of morning stars,
and a glow about her.

And even through
her soft voice infiltrated the darkness
her mouth
did not move.

“It is time”
a phrase that rang out
into the air
causing her deep set eyes to half moon.

“Time for what?” Michelle asked.
The feeling of warmth and comfort,
which was as tight as a ball of yarn
was slowly bingeing to unravel.

“Time to being your own journey
upon the wheel of life,’ she said.
But not with her mouth. In this world
things were felt, not said.

And what Michelle was feeling
was not good. The ball of yarn
was quickly unraveling
into slow swirling thoughts of confusion.

“No.” Michelle said, grabbing onto her grandmother
for she knew that if she let go
she’d have to begin her journey
without her.”