Posted by: jolantru | December 13, 2012

Path of Kindness: Thirty-Three

“Let’s go home,” Sa says finally, hand unwinding the shawl. Face out for all to see.

I heave Heart into her sling. She’s getting so big now. My own heart is sore and teeters on an edge. I see the destruction in the City. Everything gone. My life. Gone

How am I going to heal my broken heart?

“Let’s go home.”

I tug at Kechil’s reins.

Perhaps it’s time.


We crested the hill overlooking the bay. Kechil snorted and stamped his hooves.

This time, my heart teetered, lost its balance and fell. I could go on and on looking at the green-blue water as far as I could see. I could watch the cooking fires soar up in individual columns. I could admire the silverfish gleaming under the setting sun, turning gold and bright.

I wasn’t sure if I could do this. I could just walk back as if I had just left the day before.

No. I didn’t. That was a lifetime ago.

I wasn’t sure if Mother would accept me.

Heart tugged at my hair. The smell of my daughter filled my nostrils, joining the smell of the sea. I was lost for words.

There was no need for words. This longing. This filling-of-my-heart sensation. My mouth was already filled with flavors. Flavors of home, of who I was, of the little family I had with Sa and Heart.

I urged Kechil forward and we began our climb down.

Inside me the fire burned low and would remain so for a long time.

Posted by: jolantru | December 11, 2012

Path of Kindness: Thirty-Two

I end up delivering babies for the first week as physician. Then I stitch cuts and allocate cold medicine.

Inside me, the fire burns. I think it seeks an outlet. Sword play doesn’t slake it. I try to stem it, coax it down to a slumber. But the earthquake has awakened it. The earth movements and the fire are linked. I am both fire and earth.

I roll the words in my mouth, noting how textured they are.

Fire and earth.

Earth and fire.

Fire in my eyes.
Fire in my heart.

Fire in your eyes.
Fire in your hearts.

Hard to keep the fire

I have a fire heart.


The City Council has stated in no uncertain times that I am too young to be a healer. At the same time, they tells me I have an “young child of uncertain parentage”.

What has complained about me?


One of my patients?

I am angry and upset by the turn of events.

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