Author: melissamoncada
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Where grief abounds so also Joy
I sit quietly as I hear them reminisce of days long since past. How their tones ebb and flow, accommodating the intonations provided by the other. I sit amongst these selves that are so distinct from one another and yet the cement that brings them together lies just a few feet away, your spirit filling the crevasses…
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Journey to the Past
I’m taking a walk in a garden, you are here. The grass is green and wet from the mornings’ rain. I’m a little girl again, wearing a dress of faces, my hair braided and my eyes peering thru my bangs which have grown past the top of my brows, which now tend to get caught…
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Retorno a Cancún
I did not consider the weight of those words as I hovered over the book now button and yet the words printed on the freshly green aluminum over our heads as the car drives are stinging and causing my breathe to catch in my chest. The clear blue water rushes the rocks and heads for…
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To She Whom it Concerns
As a young girl, I lost my faith in people, but mostly women. Faith that they could love me unconditionally, that they could be trusted with my hurts and my fears. I allowed the mistakes of a few rob me of so many moments of happiness, freedom to fall and of safe places to sleep.…
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Abandon
There are those of us who know the meaning of the word lonely. It is not this superficial thing that is said to indicate sadness or a desire for company, but rather it is the howl of our soul on a moonless night. In recent times there is this sheet that has gone from hovering…
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Controlled Burn
It has arrived. The water drifts down from above me, pouring over me. It is meant to cleanse and instead it beats. My capillaries burst beneath it and my eyes begin to contribute to the downpour. I have descended from the mountain tops and what lies below is the rocky valley. I do not trust…
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Piece of Sky
Once again we are going off schedule for an emotional blog post. This one will most likely be two parts. The excitement of going home to my loved ones today and the sadness of the ending of a new adventure as the plane ascends to its home in the sky. Today was my day in…
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A new day a new mountain
Day 4- I had every intention of waking this morning with the sun…it was a great intention but my sleep proved to be a worthy contender. I was leaving Stonehaven today and all that was left was Dunnottar. I finished my breakfast which Anne called pathetic, as it was missing sausage, tomatoes and a bit…
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Guided tours are for suckers…
I awoke to the symphony of sea gulls. I had expected them in the evening when the fisherman threw the fish insides over for their pleasure but what could they be howling for this morning. It seemed as soon as I lifted my heavy body from the bed they ceased. It was my first full…
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Grand Adventure….for another day
We are taking a break from our way behind day to day series of blog posts, because today was a difficult day and this blog was meant to house the expressions of my experience and not just the play by play for the spectators (present company included). So I hope you'll indulge me and if…
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