It took a while to decipher what my brain, the Collective Unconscious, or the Voice of God was telling me.
Ann Frailey

Ann Frailey
Put Your Mind in a Better Place Entertainment for Life akfrailey.com As a teacher with a degree in Elementary Education who has taught in big cities and small towns, Ann Frailey homeschooled all of her children. She manages her rural homestead with her kids and their numerous critters. She writes books and a Friday blog alternating between short stories and her My Road Goes Ever On series. Her nonfiction work focuses on the intersection of motherhood, widowhood, practicing gratitude, and rediscovering joy. Her fiction novels expand from the OldEarth world to the Newearth universe—where deception rules but truth prevails. She earned a Masters of Fine Arts Degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment from Full Sail University. In her spare time, she serves as an election judge, a literacy tutor, and as secretary/treasurer of her small town’s cemetery. She is currently finishing a new science fiction novel in the Newearth world and a historical fiction & science fiction blend in her OldEarth series. To check out her stories, novels, inspirational books, and her film and tv scripts, visit https://akfrailey.com/
Swaying branch, Autumn day, Bright sun, Blue way. Thoughts unsettled. Rambling Aimless Noontime crest,…
When I slipped into bed that night, I looked out the window at the sky. Blackness filled the upper echelons of the cityscape, but a few stars twinkled, determined, I guess, not to let the night speak for them.
Night is a great equalizer. I see why notable writers dare to tread on such sacred, painful ground. None of us live in continual daylight. No one knows all or sees all. Charging ahead in the darkness leads to dangerous falls.
I recently disconnected from my main social media sites. A death of sorts, pulling the plug on a life support that often drained more than fed. I pondered this move long and hard, making several weak attempts to control my online habit with organized lists, determined parameters, and even a few complete breaks. But like a dysfunctional relationship, I kept going back in the hopes that things would be different. Not this time.
Soul wearies, beauty finds…
The “Is it safe?” comment usually stopped every conversation cold. She glanced aside at the rows of frozen foods. A suitable location, indeed.
“Life isn’t safe, my love.”
“When I look at the picture, I see the me I want to be. I don’t see a stain. I see possibilities.”
Night is a great equalizer. I see why notable writers dare to tread on such sacred, painful ground. None of us live in continual daylight. No one knows all or sees all. Charging ahead in the darkness leads to dangerous falls.