tramping up and down the stairs,
standing at the podium as
name after name was read
each list of scholarships.
Dancing for young people,
leaping off into the unknown.
Misty’s shoes were there,
celebrating a roomful of potential
that Misty will never know.
A few years ago on eBay I purchased a pair of stunning black and white spectator pumps (Listen Up Harlow by John Fluevog). While corresponding with the seller, I was told that they were her deceased sister’s shoes. Misty had passed away from cystic fibrosis. I was touched by the story, and wrote a character named after her into the novel I was writing at the time. Misty loved shoes and dancing and her passions fueled her story line in Grace Awakening Myth. (GA Myth is still in editing and revisions. Not sure that sub-plot will make the cut, actually). Thinking about Misty while wearing her shoes at my school’s grad this week, I remembered young people I knew who passed away far too young.
star dust March 11, 2012
Tags: Carranza, Martin, possibility, potential, stardust, The Gaudi key
Martin and Carranza in The Gaudi Key
Where did I read that this is literally true? Our nature as “carbon based life forms” shows that genetically we are full of star dust. Crazy, isn’t it? What secret is within us when we emerge bloody from the womb, open to the infinite possibility that is life itself? What secret waits to tell us our purpose or destiny? What is yours?