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Disappear


I am.

I have not left home. Not yet. Not until tomorrow morning. I hope the coming days in Florida prove restful.

To be stuck in between dreams, for years, leaves me wanting to disappear while I finish off old memories and crave new ideas. To remain in limbo leaves me off kilter.

In Jane Austen’s Persuasion, proper manners, community, and romance fills the pages. But also spirit. I could easily fit into Jane’s 19th century.

I am. I am trying. Bending. Breaking. Falling. Obsessing over miles. The years span as eagle’s wings.

Praying. Mumbling. Beseeching spirits to know more! Craving what I cannot drink today. Reaching for the chalice far away.

This is a great start. I can persuade myself to step out and discover. To be my own heroine and find my future.

I am. Leaving, I disappear.

I am not. Now gone. I sail away on Calypso.

3 thoughts on “Disappear

  1. Hi dear Jeanne, did I already wish you a sparkling 2020?!
    I was wondering, are you still learning to play the piano? Santa brought me a book how to learn this, so I intend to start learning to play soon too 🙂
    Sending a big hug! XxX

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    1. Patty, I took one year of piano and can play simple tunes. That is so wonderful of Santa!! I thoroughly enjoy playing every so often… I hope you find it as relaxing as I do. Here is to a wonderfully creative 2020!!

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