New Intimacy

Recently I started reading the bible with my fiance. We snuggle up and we read my daily reading, out loud. Some times I read, sometimes she does. But the best is when we alternate, whether by verse, chapter or just when one stops the other starts. It has brought us closer to each other and to God. Try it with your significant other and see what it does for you.

Amazingly Easy

Lately I've noticed how amazingly easy it is to get so wrapped up in what you think you have to do that you let the things you want to do slide past, virtually forgotten.

This blog, my next ebook and my 365 day chronological Bible reading plan have all taken a back seat to work, dishes, laundry and many other things that seem to be important. But in the long run what they are is distractions.

I have been extremely fortunate that the most important thing, family, has not been too adversely affected, thus far, by what I have begun to see as an error of priorities. I did make modifications to my visitation schedule this week though and I seem to see less of my fiance at any given time than I did before we lived in the same county.

So it has become obvious that I need to make changes. Get a new job, focus on what is really important and let the other stuff take care of itself. Hopefully, I'm not to far gone to do that.

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Ignorance Is Bliss

It was a calm, clear night. The moon was full. The town was quiet. A candle burned serenely in a large bay window, giving off a steady glow she could be proud of. Her color was bright and her sides smooth as she sat in her sparkling lead crystal candlestick holder.

Now, candles are internally oriented most of the time. Not necessarily because they want to be, but because they must be. They have to concentrate on staying lit and shining brightly, which takes a lot more work and concentration than one might think. As such, the candle didn’t notice the destruction that had ripped through her home that evening.

She didn’t notice the lock hanging flimsily from the front door, the overturned armchair, or the open bottle of red wine emptying itself onto the white carpet. She didn’t notice the skipping record that should have been playing soft jazz or its broken brothers lying on the floor nearby. She didn’t notice the blood splatters, the broken bathroom door, the knife lying in a corner, or the overflowing tub. She didn’t notice the shadows under the water or the limp pale hand hanging over the side. Nor did she notice any of the loud sounds that had surely occurred earlier; the shouts or crashes.

She didn’t notice any of these things because they were not important to her. She just kept on burning brightly in her window like she was supposed to. And because she didn’t notice, she was content.

Copyright 2013 Kayleigh Foland

Posted with kind permission of the author.

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Just Another Day

I watch the snow fall as I walk and muse how appropriate the season is. As I get inside, I go to my calendar, like every other day, and draw a line through the square that represents today, through the picture of a party hat with my name on it. I check my phone, more out of habit now than anything else. No missed calls. I go to the kitchen -the fridge is empty except for a gallon of milk and some sweet tea. The freezer is full of TV dinners. I sigh as I make one. Just another day.

Copyright 2013 Kayleigh Foland

Posted with kind permission of the author.

Almost (A First Doctor Story To Celebrate 50 Years Of The Doctor)

Ian watched as the Doctor puttered around the hexagonal control console. The flurry of activity was enough to indicate to the schoolteacher that the TARDIS was landing, but where were they this time? Not to mention when? The central column ground to a halt and the Doctor activated the scanner. The view on the screen was of Big Ben, but Ian dared not get his hopes up, after all they had seen that the edifice was still intact in the twenty-second century. They were in the right place, but who could say if it was the right time.

'There you go, young man. Twentieth century London.' The Doctor looked almost smug.

'So, what if it is, Doctor? It's not much good if we've arrived before we left.'

'Or thirty years afterward,' added Barbara as she entered the console room from the TARDIS' interior.

The Doctor snorted. Barbara smiled and Ian laughed aloud. The Doctor's ability to operate his TARDIS was a touchy subject and Ian loved to poke fun at the old man. The corners of the Doctor's mouth twitched upward as he fought to keep from smiling.

'Very well, Chesterton. Let's see when we are, shall we?'

***

Ian and Barbara couldn't believe it. After all the disappointments, they were finally home. True it was five years after they had left, but for them it was only a little over a year. Looked at it that way, they had managed to extend their lives by the difference. The Doctor appeared to be happy, but Barbara couldn't help wondering how he felt. Susan was gone, left behind in the twenty-second century, and now she and Ian were home. The Doctor would be continuing his travels alone. A small lump formed in her throat.

'Ian, let's take the Doctor to dinner to celebrate."

'Worried how he's going to handle being alone?'

'Aren't you?'

'You know, I hate to admit it, but I'll miss the old bird.'

The Doctor graciously accepted their invitation, and they soon found themselves in a nice little restaurant in the shadow of Parliament. As they ate the Doctor regaled them with stories about his travels with Susan before they had all met. Barbara was convinced that he kept talking to keep from feeling the loneliness that was surely closing in around him. Her discomfort grew as she remembered what she had said to him on Venus. She'd been very angry and the Doctor had never mentioned the argument since, but she couldn't help to feel as if the poor old man's heart had been pierced by her words.

'A toast,' suggested the Doctor. 'A toast to your return home; I told you...'

Barbara looked at the Doctor's suddenly lined face. She knew he'd finally lost his composure. This was it; he was going to start sobbing any moment now. She wondered for an idle second what people would think but quickly pushed the thought aside.

'Doctor, are you all right?' asked Ian.

'I think we should return to the TARDIS immediately.'

'Why? Are you ill?'

'I'm sorry, my young friends but you can't stay here. We have to leave at once.'

Barbara could see the anger on Ian's face and she understood it. They were finally home and the Doctor was demanding that they leave with him again. Not just demanding, ordering. She could tell that Ian was going to explode, so she laid her hand on his arm to quiet him.

'Look, Doctor. I know you're feeling a little lonely and all, but we can't go with you. Our lives are here; this is our home.'

'Young woman, you can't stay. You're right, your lives are here. In fact, they're right over there.'

Ian and Barbara turned to look in the direction the Doctor had indicated. At a small table across the room sat Barbara. Ian was on one knee holding a jewelry box in his hand. The two schoolteachers stared at themselves across the room. The Doctor was right, they couldn't stay. However, they both knew now that they would get home, eventually.

***

The Doctor stood in the darkened console room. His companions were sleeping by now; that would make it easier. He reached out and operated the telepathic circuit. He stood there solemnly as the TARDIS altered his companions' memories.

'Too bad they won't remember how close they came to being home,' he muttered to himself.'