Pandemic Fantasy, 2020

Edited and improved. March when the quarantine started seems so long ago. So much has happened…

Genie Nakano

Photo: Genie Nakano, Pai, Thailand, about , 2013

        I left the world. It was getting too heavy, surreal like a Dali nightmare. Clocks falling off trees, big blinking eyes in the clouds. Plus a pandemic was going on. The White House announced it on Friday and the Eagle didn’t fly.  So I decided to leave the world. I made a deal with my dreams. The deal was–pick one of my dreams and I could be there.

I chose the misted magical forest with a small stream running through it. This dream was special because it had a marvelous scent. Though my dreams are always in color most are not gifted with fragrance — this one was. As soon as I got there–I knew I made the right choice. I was in bliss the moment I opened my eyes.

There weren’t any people around so this made…

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I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.

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