The following was inspired by the prompt A First Event in Your Life, and is by Writers in the Grove member, Sandra K. Yeaple Serrano.

The first time, I knew I was different. The age was 5 years old, it was summer time, in Portland, Oregon, very hot, as so my child’s mind thought. It was colder under my bed, so I crawled under there, and fell asleep in the far corner, hiding in my corner. I was asleep and I woke with a start at the very bad dream I just had. So I went running down the stairs of our three story house, my grandfather had bought for my mom, when they all came from the Wyoming Territory back in his days. My grandfather had bought the house right next door for my Uncle too. But as I ran down the stairs calling for my mommy, I saw her on the couch folding the endless laundry she always tried doing, with all four of us kids. I was crying and she said, whats wrong? I said, I had a bad dream mommy, and she said to tell her about it, so I did. I told her that our dog Bell, had ripped open the screen top my little brother and I used to hold our lizards in their cage, as we let them get some sun. I said Bell ate mine too and spit it out on our front porch! As I cried to my mommy, She said that it was only a dream. And dreams we not real. I hugged her and said thank you mommy, I love you! She said you’re welcome and I love you too! We heard Bell barking and running around outside, so mom, and I got up and ran onto the front porch, to see what the ruckus was about. Bell was at the cage of the lizards we were letting sun bathe, just like in my dream, my mother and I watched Bell and she did the same thing as in my dream! She opened the cage by scratching off the screen, and reached in and grabbed a lizard, chomping on it as she ran over to us on the porch, and prompting spit out my lizard, right between my mother and me! I looked up at my mom, with my jaw hanging open, with a look of, I didn’t do it, on my face! Not to mention the look of shock and disbelief on her own face! That was my very first Vision God gave me, come to life!




The prompt for this week’s meeting comes from a passage in the book “Saved By A Poem”, by Kim Rosen.

She describes talks she had with her 98-year-old grandmother, who was dying:

Sometimes we’d sing together:

Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily

Life is but a dream.

Until I sang this song with my 98-year-old grandmother, her body pumping as if paddling toward  the veil between the worlds, I’d never heard its wisdom. “It’s true, isn’t it, Nana?” I would ask her. “Life is the dream. Where you’re going , maybe that’s the reality.” She didn’t answer, but I felt her press her cheek into my hand as we began the song again.


Write from any inspiration you take from the passage above.