No, said mama, you cannot be a priest. Stay on the farm. So the Leghorns became Edwin’s true flock. He blessed the Holsteins and sanctified the rain falling on fields and garden. Beneath the Sistine of sunrise and sunset, the barn became his cathedral… and cheap rum his holy wine.
An Islander who has stepped, lived, and/or worked on every continent, Karin is most at home in her inner world.
Excellent story. Very well written. colorful, lively and insightful.
Gee, that makes me feel warm… thank you! Karin
This is great! Absolutely loved it! Sounds like you live an exciting life!
Ruth, I’ve been a nomad for more than 50 years now! thank you, Karin
So much said in 50 words. A life well lived.
I think he made his peace….Thank you, Carol. Karin
Love it! Well done.
Thank you, Melissa, I love to hear from England where I’ve left some heart. Karin
A beautiful piece from a wonderful writer. Thank you Karen Doucette!
Karin Doucette is the corrected spelling. My apologies!
MJ, your heart got it right first time! Karin
Barb in the hook. Fitting for a cloudy/cold October day.
‘Barb in the hook’ – great language for life! thank you, Karin
Wonderful story!
Thank you, Peggy! You have a beautiful website. Karin
Absolutely love it! I seem to read it differently from other commentators: to me the ‘cheap rum [as] his holy wine’ implies darker tensions in Edwin, a retreat into alcoholism as self-medication for the maternally enforced constraints, nevertheless along side the sanctity of his every day life. Wonderful to get so much (and more) into your 50 words.
You got it, Farley; something had to give inside of him. thank you! Karin
Compliant, but not quite reconciled. A rich story in 50 words.
This is amazing Karin. So many messages in so few words. Beautifully written