Sometimes it rains

A Story by Deborah Shepard..

Perfumed rose petals line the drawer You scented with rose wood, you remember?I laid upon the adjoining laced davenport watchingYou arms embraced when you finished, whispering I love youYou asked me never to, open the drawer till we were separated How I adored you darling, so I listened and put it out of my thoughtsThrough my blessed years you shared many loving memoiresStill my favorite is the walks along the beaches in Somerville.Years went by we still walked and sat at the small cafes in Castile townsI will always ember the last one before you left me, the one in  small town off FranceWe stopped at Mural for ashore time, took pictures of the romantic castle, ours.How strange, even funny now it made sense, you asked me did I look what I thought you meant was the castleI hurried home from the last trip to the hospitalI sat fighting back the tears, would want to see, well I wasn't ready but I closed my eyes, First in the drawer was mirror, and I looked it showed us when we married and kept rolling backwardHow strange it played outre whole life, I cried tears so hard, would he how did he where would you get such a thing made?Well, my journey further was box wrapped in blue checked gem, I held my hands over my mouth I had seen this before.But it was bit dusty, my fingers not what they use to be kinda sore, I opened the box Inside was key an old key, and handkerchief I could smell the scent where had I smelled that I know mine at one of the dances. In the very bottom you lift the latch and it showed a small opening to a lock could the key fit?I tried it but the box was small and it did lift the pear shaped latch knot.I wounded if he knew I was looking. Wow I searched further in this mans drawerIn the side was box in it was old  quelled, on scroll golden sealed letters. Each one more intriguing but not from me. It was from lady who conversed many years about a castle that wow was ours?He had many dark secrets, wow.I wondered now if I ever really knew my husband. He was wonderful man but I read onHe had this woman keeping a secret now I would learn a mail would come tome after 12 days. To explain further my will.the letter would arrive with red crisom seal D capital on it

I was totally exhausted but as good novel I read on, each one as if through history. He was so many things, as doctors but I looked again the dates 1817, wait he couldn't have been alive? My fingers lit the candle since darkness was upon and I shut the light down. I read on this beautiful dark hair lady was his assistant later his what I screamed wife wait!How I had to read on....The girl next with small attached photo was red hair. She looked bit Irish.I wondered why I would feel this, jealously me who never did or had a reason to.I really felt sadness as I read on her life was hard living in ruins castle with no food at times.Why had she wrote to my husband?Could this maybe be his fathers memories his life? He knew maybe after 50 years to the day wanted to share? I stopped trembling our anniversary. Why am I know looking after al theses  years?You never know life, I just laid my laced print glasses down, and laid back my head. I must fallen asleep for I had of because I was in Michael's arms but not as i am now but as we were many years agoI loved it we were dancing around the trees and in front of castle no whenever did in front of this place, I stopped he smiled, I awoke scared. I lifted my glasses back to my face.I shut the drawer and walked to the davenport to sit and gaze at the apple tree. I remember we plated that years ago. It was funny to we walked by the farmers market and he said look at the price of apples, lets grow our own he was always like that self knowing. So we bought it planted it that winter twice it almost died he was determined to save it he slept by the tree and covered through the storm.So it bear beautiful golden apples and he was so happy each day he would sing a ditty. I wondered why he sang to the tree or matter of fact most things he did.He was happy man.The tree tonight must know he is gone, it looks so sad. I need to say goodnight to it as he did I don't know the sings, I will still do it.I reachers for my shawl covered my shoulders felt bait chilled.I ooened the drawing room door to the terrace. I could see the tree, as if to say hello it, hung over the patio door.I never understood but Michael loved it as he ate there.Sometimes I felt he was so connected with mother earth as I wasn't as close.It was strange feeling, I gazed as if the tree saw me, strange, I must be losing it. But it looked sad drew away as I saw it maybe as the wind blew it yes that's right.I guess it is karma. At smudged alefa in my pot, and smiled watered the tree and the plants. Then a bit chillyThe wind was picking up for this time of year I guess maybe abt of the oceans wind.When burning a bundle or braid of smudge they will eventually go out themselves. Should you need to put them out before they do, you can easily tamp them out as you would a cigarette or cigar. If you are burning herbs in a special receptacle, you can use a stick or spoon to gently tamp out the charcoal and herbs. The addition of a small amount of water also will do the trick, if you are in a hurry. Using water is messier, and considered a disrespect to the Fire SpiritsAwakening I could feel his arms around me, but I could feel bit damp.
The terrace door was opened had I forgotten to close it, I wasn't sure
I sat up. I realized then I was alone, or was I I decide to fix a bit of marmalade toast and tea, While it was brewing I decided to walk again in our room. I reached but as I did something took my hand
I wasn't afraid, it wasnt'Micheal
But it was woman, she guided me back to the drawer I was so afraid, then I wasn't afraid of the spirit, but of what more I could find
The tea kettle went off, I took saucer and cup from the cabinet
I then set my tea bag in it. She smiled, do you know who Am?
I smiled yes I do
You are the woman in the picture, I seen in his letters my husbands letters. She smiled yes then you knew who I really was?I said no she said do you know the haunting of brigd?I am her sister you will soon meet her.
, a protector spirit, and the cobra, the only creature in all creation made by someone other than Amun.I am a spirit and I will show the cobra to be.I took abet of my toast thinking why had he left me to open the worlds seals, I was amazed and downfoundedI went to my tree of life and sat outside while the storm still brewed
I called to the mightest"Brigit, Wise One, 
We, your children, call to you. 
Lady, Smithy, 
We, your children, invite you here. 
Triple Goddess,She would become who Am as I knew it was from his letter
Said to ask to invoke?
It was bit early and the each wind would stir the illumining it said to line all the letters to the ten winds
I sat them with apples to hold them, yet then I lit the candles
But the drawer had all of them but oneGoddess of roses, Aphrodite personifies every aspect of Love; romance, sexuality, inspiration, fertility, beauty and pleasure. Known as She Who Binds Together, Aphrodite brings your heart's desire into
I lay awake in cries while the candles lit throwing myself across to die, yes to die
I could hear something I dare not look up for fear I was an old woman and could they not take pity
On me!Get up dear one, ye shall hear soft waters again, begone old one see thy newness who you are
I peeked a tree is talking, and spirits, I am doomed !
NO! said familiar voice.
    You of course knew of mother earths gift, all mother nature calling.

A voice stopped her at the last moment, she looked in the drawer and seemly looked, Aphrodite was Adonis' lover and had a part in his birth, what does this have to do with heres she finished she could hear music the letters as she took them one by one, each was etching in history years before
What can all this mean, she knew she has to fiend out, in the bottom  of the case she found red slightly velvet bag and inside was a ring, key? Now she looked as she did out the corner of her eye. Joined another spirit.Shw was amazed each time she picked up something there lifeline would appear, but not as easy she would put them back and yes they still stayed. Each had destiny just as her love story.Wills and ring, key my hands went over the side of the davenport tears came, but I stopped each one had there hands patting. They asked can you see us, and feel us I said yes they left where did they go to get more, was to be haunted?Or was the one torture to haunt me from my earlier dreams with Michael alive? Unfeeling goddess of the underworld.
Why I asked she replied your destiny
Michael will see you soon. I knew then I had to be dreaming
But I wasn't, so I will now live with many people in my house.
I will have to read letters to understand
I sat down and then left the tree which now was silent and i could see the letters, I started to read when they read to me, I sat back in utterances as they spoke in many languages which I could see as the winds play. music Irish music played where I wasn't sure but as I said many of this didn't make sense but I had to see, My hands as they spoke were softer and I could feel strange a glow.music played a glow filtered the room as if another one was present except it was emulating from me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Willows haunting, I remember long ago daring we attended there Shadows laid in the trod, I remember so well you chased me in the lakeI really couldn't swim you dove in, My memoires all coming back, Shall I open my eyuesI am not in the cast in my living room, but I still see in the mist the tree of light. The lighted apple tree golden fruit it didn't even start to bare. I feel a bit chilly my legs feel warm as for along time they havent.I am afforded dear love to open my eyes, Please tell me it is Inver the chant the invocation?I can feel grass neath my formed blue  dress, I feel soft sunlight peaking in my soul.Shall I open my eyes? I felt sillyWhilst Thu be there? I will open them, O please dear god almighty, please bare with me my soul cannot bearest to be alone?Putting my hands together I clutched my bodice, and slowly moved down to soft skin, not wrinkled as I was fine with, you who I was with and my years. But atlas what si this my face in the minor lake never seen like this oh dear one, who am I?I am but shell, wait no It beauty the eyes as if lavender was dipped I am watching theatrical am but the one who is painted by angels wisp. I am but wearing a dress I remember yes we first met. I am with my parasol no there isn't the time, where do I belong?Who may I be, I am pleased, a girl of twenty and with baby blue lace upon my skin fresh soft. I had to touch the fabric it whisk in the sun. I wasn't sure what was to become?I am but afraid who shall be he walking to me,My dearest you are about now?I am but my hands so close covering my lips, tearing coming with all this.My heart is racing as it did many times. I am closing my eyes I open to quick, he smiling this figure. Can it be?  I am not to be fooled by many things. Is it demon? I am but feeling not sure-footed am looking in his baby blue eyes, I look again he walks past me, how wait he is my Michael? I cannot be on this earth without his love, shall I chase? He stops, yes he cows it is me, no he is smiling though. I will get my thoughts what shall I say, I know let him speak first. He stops brings his cane,  miles, am good day do  by chance know you? his gloved beautiful shaped hand wore, de rigeur gloves.I felt my heart, it stopped, What could I say?..I  was sad I had made a connection, not fair my life?I sat on the grass watching lovers in paths. Many in somber smiles holding there bows loving. Many gloved parasols, lovely smiles. They seemed to courting.I was lost in this time, where what shall my fate be?It was sunny beauty, wonderment what was my life to be?I got up to walk and beside book, was this what I was to read?It was signed by an author, Edgar Allen POE. I started to walk down the path being started at was nice, contemplating beauty. I stooped again the enchantment of the likewise about the while area, lovers Lake I would call it, as I peered closer I could see the name in sign  Sea Coast, New Hampshire beauty sealed he post. All around you hear seagulls the crashing of water waves, so beautiful I took my slippers off booted and sat on the shore line just in the grove of trees you could see the man the figure who appeared from no where, Michael I called he tipped his hat and was gone. I was unnoticed no matter how beautiful, desirable, who was he? I wondered, I sat back my mind playing tricks, maybe whole dream I would wake up and he would be there and not ever in the hospital he was alive, I stopped. I wonder?The sand felt real, the white soft warmth in my hands. I could feel all breathes all life. I knew I could feel others who were here, why could I feel others?I could see the clouds I laid back my head. I could feel his essence just feeling as I wanted to feel. Water rushed I could hear it, and I also could feel someone watching me I dare not ooen my eyes, for if I am somewhere else fear would take me.I slowly oopned one eye, and standing before me in  all, but a wolf, my guide I wondered why he would appear, he spoke to me in eyes, I couldn't hearI looked again both eyes and I was once again alone. Gentle I rocked my knees and started to cry. What is this life now? In the my unknowing I could feel in the pocket of this dressBustle-style layered drapery look to the bell-shaped, I had felt something. I put my gloved hand in it and there was a key key, the numerous times before did I really have this key?The resemblance wasn't the same. It was curvedWith heart engraved  upon it.I sat looking as I placed my shoes back on my feet. Ladies in this time didn't sit like me or take there shoes off, how funny I felt in someone's else skin.My hair as I glanced in the seas waves, ringlets and I didn't question except the thought had occurred where shall I live, sleep eat or could I?I could see the rainbow filtering softly as the clouds took the form, the sunset was nearing t was breatheslss.I stood reaching back feeling air , rain .I saw again shadow the man this time he sat beside me, hello look destressed, I wanted to scream , and say it is me!

 

The last thing I had felt was rose placed in my hand.and then~~~~

 

 

 

© 2008 Deborah Shepard