Blessings Upon —

Thinking about Small Town Life


Blessed be our homes. No matter how un-fancy. In big towns. Or small, like mine. Or no town at all. In a field, say. Or a tent in the rubble. Be they ever so humble, there’s no place like. May we remember that. May we count our blessings. May we make room. May we share.

A quiet corner at sunset on a very quiet holiday. The night before fireworks. We eat our dinner at Luma (as in Peta-luma…). People stop by to say Hi. To pay respects. There are handshakes and thanks and a joke or two. It’s dusk. Across the banged-up strip of patched concrete we call a street (it once was a railroad track), lights go on along the warehouses. For just a few moments, they’ll be bright as the sky. Then they’ll be brighter. For a whole night long, brighter. Then gone. Blasted by morning.

Here’s to what’s beautiful in your neck of the woods.

© i.e. ideas expressed 2011

About Amanda McTigue

Author. Director. Teacher. My debut novel, GOING TO SOLACE was named one of four "Best Reads of 2012" by public radio's KRCB "Word by Word." A collection of short stories, "Convergence," is due out in 2015. A second novel, "Monkey Bottom," will follow.
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