Thawing at the Moon’s Feet

A frozen Charles River, thawing at the moon's feet...

A frozen Charles River

The city skyline twinkled in the deep, dark night. Its light reflected upon the icy waters of the Atlantic.

En route to work, my car scurried around snowbanks from February’s fury. I rushed into the hospital to receive handoff from the off going nurse.

“He’s very fascinating, if you get a chance to chat with him,” my co-nurse reported during shift change. “But the main thing is to watch his breathing. And his wound.”

I scribbled notes and stuffed them into my pocket. “Got it.”

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His gray hair seemed like it had just been combed. He leaned against a stack of pillows. His skin and lips were pink; his breathing fine. He gave a gentle nod. “Hello.”

I checked his vital signs. “How are you feeling? Any pain?”

“Actually…” he hesitated. Continue reading

When Snow Melts

It is the brunt of February.  The once soft snow, is now rock hard. It clings to the curbs, refusing to melt. Fierce winds blow, piercing my face like a thousand needle pricks. Each second, I shiver, feeling colder and colder.

But inwardly, my heart is warm. As I walk through this storm, God is with me.

I can’t see Him clearly.  When I breathe out the cold air, condensation fogs up my glasses and my vision becomes hazy.

But He sees me.

And He knows.

I have much to be thankful for.

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Hello!

If you’re one of my old readers, welcome! I’m a bit saddened to retire my old blog (my faithful ol’ xanga). I made many friends there and received so much encouragement and support in my writing. But the time has come to transition to a new space, so here I am.

If you’re one of my new readers, nice to have you here!

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“What happens when snow melts?

It becomes spring.”

– Kana, in Takaya’s Fruits Basket