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The return of the old familiar
A chapter in the book Spectre
Darkness
by Lea Tonin1
Wing tips scale the skies belly
seeking that lofty goal
The climb is forgetfulness
alone when the rise ends
***********************************
One little piece of bread sitting on top of my head, brings a whiskey Jack which sat there contentedly and ate the bread crumbs out of my hair. The sunshine is bright and clear and the stars are in the millions at night.
A serene place. A place of older people. A small population in winter months but then comes the spring.
The earth yawns, shakes the snow off its shoulders sending out it's green fingers to test the air.
In the summertime, this place is alive with tourists. People come from everywhere to swim and fish in the warmest tree lined lake in British Columbia. It is 22° C all summer long and is a great big clear, clean lake. This is due to thermal vents that come up from underneath the lake keeping it warm.
The fishing is amazing with wide and small mouth Bass, Trout and Kokanee, great for the belly boat fisherman like me and the spin caster fisherman too.
Time moves faster the older I get and this last couple months have been no exception. Much work to be done and has been done on my home but, it is a fulfilling work. One that provides visual results at the end.
My book keeps calling me, a stronger call each and every day pulls and divides me. So return to the book I must, need and are returning to the people who have welcomed me with open arms as well. I thank you for waiting and reading and always returning to the things that I've written down.
The incredible beauty of this natural surrounding never fails to give me a smile each morning.
When I look out upon the mountains and the forests around me the impetus and motivation to do more comes across even stronger in a place filled all nature's delights.
Words pile up in my mind and line up like little soldiers waiting for their place on the page. My younger self is frantically waving me on urging the spill of the proverbial pen.
It's good to be back it's good to be seen and it's good to see all of you.
*****************************
"Oh man," I thought. "I know these symptoms. I've felt them before."
But trepidation filled me, as the time was early for him and I. We had not known each other that long yet.
Upon visiting the doctor, I looked at her after the exam and said,
"Can you please write that down for me?"
A short while later I was sitting by a pool table sipping on a beverage and waiting for B.
B strode in and the feeling of security and protection came over me as it did whenever I saw him.
Because he was a large man muscular and strong, I felt he was my bulletproof shield.
He sat beside me and gave me a kiss, green eyes sparkling.
"Hello," he said, with a small smile.
With frightened moon eyes, I passed him the note the doctor wrote for me.
The note said, "The above named is pregnant. Pregnancy test done today is positive."
A slow smile began to take over his face. He looked at me and began to laugh.
"Haha, I knew God would get me yet."
Relief flowed through me as does the blood in my veins. I exhailed a breath not realizing I was holding it.
For the next two days consisted of discussions on how we were going to handle it going forward.
He watched me carefully the entire time I was pregnant sensative to my needs ensuring that I had enough to eat and was comfortable. Two months later be proposed which I accepted.
We were sharing a home by then and prepared for our child to arrive.
Our son was born seven months later at 9 pounds 1 oz. Like his older brother, he was just shy of two feet long.
A four year old son, a new baby and a job, kept me very busy.
B too kept his time filled with his line of work. All was well for a time. We were happy as a small family. We were new and getting to know each other which, at times, was a fun process.
I began to plan our wedding with certain tasks for B to do and several for myself.
An outdoor wedding on a lovely island was planned and came off successfully to which we were both happy.
We were probably one of the only couples around that brought their children with them on their honeymoon.
We were bound and destined for his home to meet his family in eastern Canada. The family was certainly cordial enough and pleasant, greeting us one by one.
B's mother was a bit rough around the edges. Plus she had the hairiest legs I'd ever seen!
But, we each have our ways being in the world.
Meeting his oldest sister and her husband, we agreed to play cards with them that evening and left the children with the grandparents.
A quaint, rancher style home stood before us as we arrived. Greeted by my new brother and sister in law, we were ushered inside. We all sat around a table chatting for a bit, preparing to play cards. It was a fun, easy time.
I was joking around with B when I wet my finger and popped it in his ear giving him a wet willy!
A searing, white flash of pain sent me flying back over my chair and across the kitchen linoleum.
Shock, pain and anger gripped with sharp and familiar claws just as my eyes closed against my rage filled will....
***********************
A nightmare or what some would call 'a hard memory' that's been greeting me lately in my dreams. Remembering something my sister remembered that I had forgotten instead of the other way around.
She seven and I was nine. We were under the kitchen table eating dog food.
Often, when we were not allowed to eat, we would seek out the dog bowl.
Even now my heart breaks for the girls we were. Still I seek to help them.
So it is and shall be....
Wing tips scale the skies belly
seeking that lofty goal
The climb is forgetfulness
alone when the rise ends
***********************************
One little piece of bread sitting on top of my head, brings a whiskey Jack which sat there contentedly and ate the bread crumbs out of my hair. The sunshine is bright and clear and the stars are in the millions at night.
A serene place. A place of older people. A small population in winter months but then comes the spring.
The earth yawns, shakes the snow off its shoulders sending out it's green fingers to test the air.
In the summertime, this place is alive with tourists. People come from everywhere to swim and fish in the warmest tree lined lake in British Columbia. It is 22° C all summer long and is a great big clear, clean lake. This is due to thermal vents that come up from underneath the lake keeping it warm.
The fishing is amazing with wide and small mouth Bass, Trout and Kokanee, great for the belly boat fisherman like me and the spin caster fisherman too.
Time moves faster the older I get and this last couple months have been no exception. Much work to be done and has been done on my home but, it is a fulfilling work. One that provides visual results at the end.
My book keeps calling me, a stronger call each and every day pulls and divides me. So return to the book I must, need and are returning to the people who have welcomed me with open arms as well. I thank you for waiting and reading and always returning to the things that I've written down.
The incredible beauty of this natural surrounding never fails to give me a smile each morning.
When I look out upon the mountains and the forests around me the impetus and motivation to do more comes across even stronger in a place filled all nature's delights.
Words pile up in my mind and line up like little soldiers waiting for their place on the page. My younger self is frantically waving me on urging the spill of the proverbial pen.
It's good to be back it's good to be seen and it's good to see all of you.
*****************************
"Oh man," I thought. "I know these symptoms. I've felt them before."
But trepidation filled me, as the time was early for him and I. We had not known each other that long yet.
Upon visiting the doctor, I looked at her after the exam and said,
"Can you please write that down for me?"
A short while later I was sitting by a pool table sipping on a beverage and waiting for B.
B strode in and the feeling of security and protection came over me as it did whenever I saw him.
Because he was a large man muscular and strong, I felt he was my bulletproof shield.
He sat beside me and gave me a kiss, green eyes sparkling.
"Hello," he said, with a small smile.
With frightened moon eyes, I passed him the note the doctor wrote for me.
The note said, "The above named is pregnant. Pregnancy test done today is positive."
A slow smile began to take over his face. He looked at me and began to laugh.
"Haha, I knew God would get me yet."
Relief flowed through me as does the blood in my veins. I exhailed a breath not realizing I was holding it.
For the next two days consisted of discussions on how we were going to handle it going forward.
He watched me carefully the entire time I was pregnant sensative to my needs ensuring that I had enough to eat and was comfortable. Two months later be proposed which I accepted.
We were sharing a home by then and prepared for our child to arrive.
Our son was born seven months later at 9 pounds 1 oz. Like his older brother, he was just shy of two feet long.
A four year old son, a new baby and a job, kept me very busy.
B too kept his time filled with his line of work. All was well for a time. We were happy as a small family. We were new and getting to know each other which, at times, was a fun process.
I began to plan our wedding with certain tasks for B to do and several for myself.
An outdoor wedding on a lovely island was planned and came off successfully to which we were both happy.
We were probably one of the only couples around that brought their children with them on their honeymoon.
We were bound and destined for his home to meet his family in eastern Canada. The family was certainly cordial enough and pleasant, greeting us one by one.
B's mother was a bit rough around the edges. Plus she had the hairiest legs I'd ever seen!
But, we each have our ways being in the world.
Meeting his oldest sister and her husband, we agreed to play cards with them that evening and left the children with the grandparents.
A quaint, rancher style home stood before us as we arrived. Greeted by my new brother and sister in law, we were ushered inside. We all sat around a table chatting for a bit, preparing to play cards. It was a fun, easy time.
I was joking around with B when I wet my finger and popped it in his ear giving him a wet willy!
A searing, white flash of pain sent me flying back over my chair and across the kitchen linoleum.
Shock, pain and anger gripped with sharp and familiar claws just as my eyes closed against my rage filled will....
***********************
A nightmare or what some would call 'a hard memory' that's been greeting me lately in my dreams. Remembering something my sister remembered that I had forgotten instead of the other way around.
She seven and I was nine. We were under the kitchen table eating dog food.
Often, when we were not allowed to eat, we would seek out the dog bowl.
Even now my heart breaks for the girls we were. Still I seek to help them.
So it is and shall be....
This chapter is from a book called Spectre. It is book two of a trilogy. The first book is called Ghost. Feel free to read either/or at your leisure in my portfolio.
Please note, these books contain graphic descriptions of certain events. Reader discretion is advised.
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