On exiting the stage in red shoes.

Today, I experienced one of those surreal moments where time seems to stand still for just a little while, and everything inside you pays attention.

I saw a grizzled, old man.

Spine curved with age, he shuffled, unhurried, enjoying the early evening sun on his face.

As my gaze started to drift away, I noticed his shoes — they were red. The brightest red that I had ever seen. A celebration unto themselves.

They made my heart jump with joy. The sheer audacity of disregard for age, or convention, or what might be seemly enough for a man who has seen more than a few seasons.

As our eyes met — and it was just the briefest connection in time — I smiled at him. A gift, in exchange for this unexpected, wild delight of a man in the final act of his life, owning the sidewalk in his red shoes.

Oh, the beauty of this defiant act of joy.

— On exiting the stage in red shoes.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

It seems a good day to repost this story. Here’s to living our lives owning the sidewalk in defiant red-shoed joy,

liezel

when the waters of long loch, sang to my bones.

today,

the

grey

waters of long loch,

caressed

her pebbly edges

in

an

embrace,

so fierce,

that

it

took

my

breath

away, and

the

autumn

clouds,

cloaked,

in november’s

softest

light,

smiled

gently

on

this

love,

and me.

and,

i held all my

loss

and all my

hope,

in

my

gloved

hands.

a prayer,

thrown

to

the

wind, and

the

waters

sang

an

ancient

lullaby, to

the water

in

my

bones, and

i understood.

and

this,

was

(finally)

enough.

—when the waters of long loch,

sang to my bones.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

Photograph — Long Loch, Cove, Scotland.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

on searching for more.

travelling

home

on the motorway

yesterday,

i saw an

arrowhead

of flying geese

puncture

the tangerine

twilight

sky

with their

pink feet, and

an ancient

desire

to

turn

their

backs

a half a circle

on the familiar of their

icelandic home,

in search

of

more,

and i was in awe at

this

fierce

courage.

— on searching for more.

© Liezel Graham 2018.

I buried my fears under a tree and hope grew.

I walked

into the

woods

today

carrying

yesterday’s

disappointments

and

tomorrow’s

fears.

Wandering

the

ancient

soil

I

sought

a

resting

place

for

these.

Until

at

last,

emptied

of the

past,

and

relieved

of

the future,

I

simply

stood.

Small.

Under

a cathedral

of

trees.

—I buried my fears under a tree and hope grew.