Time

They make me think. My nighttime visitors often have no immediately obvious purpose for their visit, other than to drop by and say, hello.

Such was Miss Emma’s visit last night.

I stood in an upstairs room in my slip, trying to get ready for church. In the room, were other lady friends. I don’t remember who they were, dead or alive. But we were a happy group, talking and laughing. One sat in an easy chair by the half-open window. It was Summer time outside.

“Oh, Emma’s here,” she said. Even though I was rushed to get ready for church, I went to the window and looked out. In front of a parked car, (probably a late 40s model) there stood Emma with a red bow hanging from her neck. As I looked closer, I noticed the red bow was actually in the middle of a three-foot evergreen bow-tie, she wore. (Emma’s Christmas wreath.)I had to laugh. That was so like Emma, to do something different.

“I like your bow-tie,” I said, “especially the red bow.”

“Why thank you,” she answered touching the red bow.

I was struck that her bow-tie rather resembled angel wings. I knew she had died. I recognized it was summer and yet it did not strike me odd that she stood there dressed in balsam evergreens celebrating Christmas.

So, upon waking, I had to think. There had to be a message there; there usually is. Ah, time. Time, as we perceive it, does not exist. No time, just the experience.

The Lord’s birth and our love for one another, they all exist as we experience them. We, like time, are all one. That bears repeating. We are all one. Thank you for reminding me, Miss Emma, and it was so good to see you again. I love you! <3

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As a toddler, Sue Baumgardner made up stories for herself looking at books she could not read and later spun tales for her younger sisters. After she had her own children, she told them tales and eventually wove a new pattern into the fabric of their lives. As the three sat together, one would begin with a story idea of her own. She spoke perhaps a paragraph or two or three, then pointed to the next who would take up the thread and continue with her own evolution of the story line passed to her, until she pointed to the next. The third person wove her own ideas into the story progression. After the three each had a turn, anyone could end the story, in their turn, whenever it felt complete to them. After her children were adults, Sue studied writing, first poetry and then prose. After six semesters in adult education, she was thoroughly hooked on the story art form. Sue continued with dozens of classes, seminars and writing retreats. She studied writing and publishing under the likes of James Patterson, Peter Behrens, and Mark Dawson. As a contributor to the Discover Maine Magazine, Sue received her first check for her prose. Her poetry has been published in The Aurorian. She has six of her paperbacks along with four ebooks published. They include fiction and nonfiction for adults and fiction for Middle Readers. Her very first publishing though began with Greeting Card Universe, where Sue’s greeting cards with verse are sold across the world.

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