Autumn:

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Last night, I took a mean fall down my basement steps. I tripped over my son’s shoes. Sliding, straight on nine remaining stairs. It was sort of funny the way it happened.

There were no flashing lives before my face. My family was safely sleeping. My husband was upstairs. He didn’t hear me holler out. For a split second, I felt alone. Helpless. Silly even for falling. And silly for laying down there laughing. I could feel the bruised throbbing on my backside but nothing else.

As I laid there,

I was grateful, just to have this miracle. I could have broken my neck. I could have severely injured my leg. I could’ve been laid-up down there until morning.

No. No. No. Who comes to the basement? Only I- to wash clothes for the children. Who would have gotten out of bed? To see what those crashing sounds were? Who would be there?

And that’s when I knew, the angel had come. In a moment, when it seemed, I was alone.

I said softly to myself. If a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around to hear it. Does it make a sound? Oh great, I’m the tree!

I just laughed and laughed.
And then the fall didn’t hurt so much.

I could get up from here. And yes, falling trees sound like two brewing storms wrestling down over yonder. My grandma would say. So even in these moments,

I knew the Great Spirit of Light has come. To reach out to me. And lift me. Even watching over, us trees even in the forest.~your Kindness Sister, Krissy Mosley

( grateful to write the day after the fall).

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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling history to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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7 thoughts on “Autumn:”

  1. I love your prose! More of this — you are a great storyteller. (Are you okay? My last trip down a flight of stairs ended with a broken ankle!)

  2. So glad you are OK. Glad you were not alone. Though my mind flashed to an occasion of wanting to fall alone — on an Easter morning I fell out of the pulpit in front of 400 people and broke my ankle. Very humorous — mostly later.

    1. ooh , wow what a moment and I’m sorry sorry to hear I hope your ankle has recovered and will do so. Yes falling is no joke. Though, it can be a bit funny. Ghee. 400 people! What a sight! Thank you for sharing it with me my friend Maren 🙂

  3. I agree with Lori, Krissy – you’re equally adept at prose as poetry! I feel like I was there, you told this story so vividly. My favorite part was, “Oh great, I’m the tree!”

    So glad you’re okay. Nine steps is a long way to travel in one fell swoop! I think your son (whose shoes you tripped on) may be wise to “volunteer” to do the chores while you rest up. 🙂

    Feel better,

    Ruth

    1. thank you so much for these kind words. Yes, I rested most of yesterday and indeed my son may need to do some home chores (lol) but I am fine. So glad you’ve left these bread crumbs for me to read. It does my heart glad. Many blessing to you Ruth` your online pal Krissy 🙂

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