Heart pounding, fingers crossed, some years ago I auditioned for the musical, “Quilters.” That evening my serial nightmares began:
- In the wings, I awaited my cue for a play I had never read
- Once onstage, I couldn’t speak
- At curtain call, I took a grand bow . . . in my underwear
Do dreams like these ever reduce you to wee-hour, brain-jellied panic?
Hi friends, I was recently invited to write a guest post for the lovely website, Ishshah’s Story.
To continue reading the tale, which includes my Eastertide kidney stone debacle, please click here.
If you want to leave a comment, you can do so at either site. 
Oh, dear, yes! After spending much time on the road, with my dear man, on many of the same routes that our country’s pioneers have traveled, the image of being a pioneer-woman comes to mind quite frequently as we embark on new seasons of life. For the longest time, my chief role was wife, homemaker, mother, but in this new season of launching my creativity into the world, there are many unknowns to grapple with, mid-dream in the middle-of-the-night. But come morning, it’s “Wagons, Ho!” I have to say, though the trail is bumpier than I ever imagined, I sure love the view of the sky from my own Conestoga.
Oh, that “Wagons, Ho!” electrifies me as I read it. Talk about a great outlook amid challenge and change beneath acres of sky! I salute your pioneering thus far, dear friend, and the miles yet to go . . .
Hi Laurie, I thought I commented on the other site, but it’s not there. Oh well.
I thoroughly enjoyed this post. I felt the angst wrapped around the anticipation. Maybe the stone didn’t possess an actual personality (such a great line), but it’s timing sure did, and then to just run away, never to be “seen” again. Crazy & wonderful.
Fun & thoughtful. Thanks!
Carol, I’m so glad you enjoyed the story. Thanks for following—definitely a longer post for me, and I value your time in reading it as well as commenting. You are a blessing to me!