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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor.  It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone!  (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)
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A Rare Visitor

7/9/2015

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My mother Leslie & me, 1974
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Me, 9 July 2015
The dream:

I stood on the cliff's edge, my mother's soft, elegant hand in mine and opened up new wings. The feel of the wind through my feathers tickled me like soft little kisses. I looked at her exquisite face (...which looked very much like she does in the picture above).

"How far can I go?" I asked, eager to give them a try.
"How far do you wish to go?" she softly replied.
"To the end," I stated adamantly.
"There is no end, my darling. Only 'more' that goes on for an eternity," she said.
"I won't have time to see it all," I said petulantly, the way a child would when told they couldn't do everything and had to settle for just one or two things to do.
She leaned close and kissed my cheek. "You will," she whispered. "Go," she prompted.
"Aren't you coming?" I wanted to know.
"This is your journey, baby. Not mine. I will be right here when you need me. Just close your eyes and call me to you. I will come. Always," she assured me.
"Promise?" I asked, torn between staying with her or experiencing 'more'.
"Pinky swear," she said and hooked her pinky with mine.

When I looked at our joined fingers, so very much alike, I knew she was coming with me just not the way I expected. Her spirit, my spirit, forever joined wherever we were.

I woke with the scent of wild sea spray and her perfume still in my nose and the warm feel of her light on me.

Thanks for coming, Mama.
Miss you.
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    I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

    Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

    What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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  • Amy M. Schaefer, Writer
  • Blog: From the Front Porch
  • Novels
  • Short Stories
    • Children's Books
  • About the Author
  • Contact
  • Photo & Art Gallery