Category Archives: Through my Eyes

Christmas in the South

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Christmas Eve

It’s a large room with an understated tree and multi-colored lights surrounding the crown molding; a collection of hand-carved Santa’s that I’ve been given every year for as long as I can remember, seemingly spreading good cheer everywhere you look. The presents have all been opened and there’s a few stray pieces of wrapping paper still on the floor; an empty box with a sleeping Stella nestled inside in a little white ball. The lights are dim, “The Thing” splaying horror across the giant tv and the four of us sitting around watching, laughing and sharing stories. It’s the best Christmas I’ve had in years and although I’m past the point of sleepy, I don’t want it to end. My parents, my son, in a room filled with love. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

– jillterry 12.24.18


Monsters


Supernatural spectral of sublimity


Beast feeding Babe


My Florida 


Dragons and demons 

Creatures in my sky – 


Little spot of Gypsy heaven 

  


Realization 

I woke this morning with the sun shining at my window, an empty spot now forever by my side; and I realized with heavy heart that soon I will never wake to this view again, never dream and slumber in the room for decades we shared; sometimes full, at others empty, but mostly overflowing with love. And so in this moment of absolute truth, my final chapter now begins. j.a.terry 11.1.15 

  


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