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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Calm (emotionally) (09/13/07)

TITLE: Time Out
By Gabrielle Morgan
09/17/07


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TIME OUT
I walked under the old elm trees. It was a cold winterís day and the air was sharp. There was no one to break the stillness. I was conscious only of the dank smell of wet leaves underfoot and the sheep and cattle grazing peacefully in the paddock across the creek.

At last it was possible to be myself, away from people. My thoughts were in emotional turmoil. Watching death creep insidiously through my motherís body as cancer claimed her was hard to bear. I tried to grasp the inevitability of losing her. She was noble in her dying, never complained. ďAndyís randy today,Ē was all she would say when beset with pain.

Relations were staying from interstate in their goodness. I was tense with lack of sleep and they seemed an encroachment on my last days with my mother. My thoughts were too profound to cope with the everyday chores of nursing, feeding and entertaining visitors.

I had placed all the photographs of every one dear to my mother on the antique chest facing her bed. Her father who had died when she was twelve, her mother and sisters, children and grandchildren, all representing the value of her living.

My mother was leaving me. The thought left me cold with anguish. The helpless finality overcame me. I watched the cows grazing, oblivious to my sadness, the water gently flowing over the stones on the creek bed and the graceful Willows strengthening my being with their life and beauty. I escaped into the solace which nature bestowed upon me.

The profundity of T.S. Eliotís words came to mind: ďTime present and time past are both perhaps present in time future, and time future contained in time past.Ē

Now calm, after an hour in the tranquillity of my surrounds, I headed back to my motherís bedside able to give her the benefit of my renewed strength found in Godís creation.


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Allison Egley 09/22/07
I loved the ending of this story.

A couple of spots confused me, though. What does "Andy is randy" mean? And I think you meant "relatives" instead of "relations?"

I also thought the transition from worry to calm was good. Great job.
Janice Cartwright09/22/07
Nothing like allowing the stillness of God's creation to seep into our bones and restore our spirits. This was 23rd Psalm language and I appreciate your sharing.
Dee Yoder 09/22/07
It's often the unexpected gift of nature that can bring us to the heart of God, especially in difficult times. Good entry.
c clemons09/26/07
Some of your phrasing would lead me to think you are not from around here :), but I think this was veru good.