Freya and the Nature of Reality Part 2

An ongoing story by Gabrielle Holmefjord. Freya is Disheartened. Freya shuddered a little as she felt the cool air settle around her. The sun was disappearing in the distance, and the evening was becoming dark. She had been sitting on the moss-covered rock under the tall pine trees high up in the mountain for a long time now. She didn’t know how long she had been there. She had lost all track of time. It felt like an age....

A Gentle Gift From KaBooOm

My friend Kym Howe called me today from the Vet Emergency Clinic where her and her friend Louise were holding her precious little adorable kitten KabooOm, who had been there since last night very ill. There was nothing else the Vet could do for KabooOm…she was ready to depart this world after her short but very loved life. I knew very strongly I needed to be there with Kym to support her. As I was driving I wondered if I...

My Guardian Angel

Some people know the 5th of November a day in the year. Others know it as a day a man was discovered trying to make a political statement by blowing up Parliament buildings. Some know it as a part in the movie V for Vendetta. Regardless what anyone discerns about the fifth of November, it was a historical event and had a poem written about it. You may have heard the poem;   Remember, remember the Fifth of November, the...

YourStory: Freya and the Nature of Reality

Story by Gabrielle Holmefjord Freya had long golden hair, blue eyes and a lovely smile. She was a happy girl who was curious about life. Freya loved adventure. She also loved mountains, especially the quiet, open space beneath the tall pine trees. The best time to go up the mountain behind the town where she lived was at twilight when the space beneath the trees was illuminated by the light of the setting sun. It was...

YourStory: I Am Beautiful!

I am 20 years old. I have Cerebral Palsy. And I am wearing a short skirt for the very first time in my life. I feel awkward. I cannot assess at all whether it looks good or not. It’s just so different. Air, cold air, around my lower legs… some kind of sexiness… scary and joyful at the same time. I feel this is a big step for me. I don’t feel ashamed for my extraordinary legs and running style but I...