Our Christmas Card: Tre, Jernee Timid, Zumi Tye, & The Little Red Christmas Tree. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
holiday spirits fester in the winter breeze money’s not the cause
missions accomplished all across the globe last night poor old Santa Claus
blended families tackle the hard questions now no more pressing pause
soothsayers bend words only to save broken hearts we all have our flaws
To those of you who celebrate, may this Christmas be full of love, joy, strength, and peace for you and yours. I wish you the moon and its powerful glow, too.
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AD & I (left = Me. Right = AD), Saturday, December 21, 2024: Charlotte, NC. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I dig into hearts–tear away walls, and break down the turmoil festering in a tired and weary soul. She wasn’t trusting before me . . . It’s hard to let someone in when the past has shown you more pain than joy . . . but we are m a n a g i n g.
We have deep conversations about life and the difficulties it places upon us, and I always love these discussions. “Life is a conveyor belt of challenges,” our Pastor says, and I commit it to memory because why not have something encouraging to share when the proverbial shit hits the fan?
We chilled. We relaxed. We appreciated the presence of the other and Jernee basked in the glory of her other favorite person’s smile while I kicked back and allowed the comfort of the thick and inviting couch to envelop me.
Three years later, we glide on wobbly knees, still cautious of what to say and often alerted to think before speaking. “You are a genuine person. You’re safe for me.” I get this . . . I’ve always gotten this– and it is important to be a place of peace for people who need it most.
So, we continue to tread lightly, but eager to grow into two human beings blessed by the beauty of the other–learning from the other daily. And as time passes, I pray we have the strength to fight the battles brewing in life’s crockpot of danger.
Lord knows we’re strong enough to do anything.
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Winter sneaks in, draped in drama, hands on heavy hips, waiting to cover us in dysfunction.
I know I won’t say anything when I see her today, but I’ll want to. And she won’t say anything–I’m the expressive one when it comes to “such a time as this.”
We’re feeding off of cold energy–trying to warm our hearts, both too afraid of being hurt–it’s just around the corner, yet we’re holding on.
The Emotions’ “What Do the Lonely Do at Christmas” comes on and tears stream down my face. How can you listen to this song and not feel something?
The air outside sends a chill to my bones that is indescribable. I am frosty–winterfied by jealous winds and made stoic in the presence of God’s season.
“You have too many periods in that one statement for me to feel comfortable about your reply” she tells me as she reads my response to her asking me not to hate her for picking up another shift that cuts our time in half, and I read and reread the statement, and the only thing I can come up with is, “I don’t know why you’re uncomfortable. I place periods where they belong. It’s grammatically correct.”
My spectrum brain didn’t see the coldness of it–the short-and-to-the-pointness of it, and I have to remind her sometimes it’s best I communicate verbally because word of mouth in written form can be misconstrued.
We agree it’s our emotions taking over . . . we care too much not to care at all, and this season always finds us tugging war with ourselves and the battles are many.
I am fighting for more than peace and strength. I am fighting to be understood by a world that may never understand me but it hurts so much more when she tries and she can’t, either.
Happy Winter Solstice, beautiful people! I’ll be spending this day with someone very near & dear to me. I hope all of you will get the chance to do the same.
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Another great theme from Shweta, for this week’s six word story prompt! My contribution is about someone I care for and love very much. I can feel them around me; their entire presence is so palpable and evident, I do not need to see them for them to be near. Let that marinate for a bit, you’ll get it.
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