Prompt # 35

Rough 24 hours. I found out last night that S can no longer receive food or liquid because her kidneys are not functioning and her bowels are basically gone. There will be no more life saving measures taken. What was going to be two months has in a moment turned into two days. I am so sad that she doesn't get to go home to her house and her dog again. She hates the hospital so. 

This morning I have a knot of grief in my belly. I'm trying not to let it out. I'm trying to be calm and supportive of my partner. I am missing my old stoic self who never cried and was hard as granite and could  handle anything. That was a brittle strength and eventually crumbled in a messy way ten years ago. I cry now. I cry when I read writing that moves me. I cry when I watch those damn long distance commercials. The night this song was our prompt in a writing workshop with Jen Cross, I didn't stop crying the entire time I wrote. 

This version is sung by Jane Siberry and KD Lang 

Calling All Angels

Jane Siberry 

Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica
Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla
Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir
and all the rest

Oh, a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above you can hear
the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, the body settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing

then it's one foot then the other
as you step out onto the road of hope
step out on the road
how much weight? how much?
then it's how long? and how far?
and how many times oh, before it's too late?

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
calling all angels calling all angels
we're tryin' and we're hopin'
but we're not sure how...

ah, and every day you gaze upon the sunset
with such love and intensity
why it's ah, it's almost as
if you could only crack the code
then you'd finally understand what this all means

ah, but if you could...do you think you would
trade in all, all the pain and suffering?
ah, but then you'd miss
the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leaving

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
calling all angels calling all angels
we're tryin' and we're hopin'
but we're not sure...

calling all angels calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
calling all angels calling all angels
we're tryin' we're hopin'
we're hurtin' we're lovin'
we're cryin' we're callin'
cause we're not sure how this goes

If the song sparks you or a line in the lyrics write to that. 

Or 

Imagine a situation where you or a character are traveling and your/her wallet is stolen.

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I was going to call you... or... you never call me 

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Your face looks familiar...or...my face looks strange in the mirror

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This is what grief looks like...

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I'm not sure how this goes...

I'm packing up a few things along with my sad and headed to Eureka. I'll be taking a notebook and a pen, some art supplies. No books. I want to be present.  I'll be prompting from the road and we will find something lighter tomorrow. 

May this day be good to you and your creative.