My dear friend, former colleague at KGMB9 News, investigative journalist extraordinaire. Jacqueline McClean (we call her Jack) is a world traveler, a warm and loving human being and, as you can see, an exquisite writer. It’s my honor to introduce Jack McClean as my very first guest blogger.
On the Brink
Four days into the Month of the Sacred Heart
A solider gone 1,826 days is returning to his home country under a cloud of confusion. The lead story in 2014 June.
Twenty-five years ago, on this very day, Bruce Springsteen had everyone proudly singing “Born in the USA.”
The body, mind and spirit are starving for special attention.
A brutal, never ending winter still aches deep beneath where the soul and heart meet.
CSX trains roll unnoticed in the city’s warehouse district.
Wonder how Maya Angelou would phrase these rambling thoughts.
In the middle of the year, she called it a day. A gentle uncaged bird with a gift for words now sings far out of earthly range.
Sandals if you like or boots if you dare.
A jacket or shorts don’t matter.
June has no seasonal clothing. Style counts more in a month that resides on the brink.
A midway point.
Not quite summer. Not quite spring.
Weather forecast: 70. Sunny.
It is all around, waiting to be remembered.
Every slight air pocket from the bicyclist who zipped by. The short girl with the oh so cute dog waiting to cross the street.
Behind opened windows, purple-blue-tangerine skies.
Joggers, walkers fight for concrete space.
Strangers pass each other quietly but mindful yet the same.
As the sun gets ready for bed in dim daylight,
the grateful and the appreciative know.
It is too early to pull the covers back.
Instead you celebrate in the quietness of your mind the joy of feeling the first real warm month of the year.
The same month in which my mother will celebrate her second 80th birthday.
Graduations are scattered about in every city and town. It is prime season.
High school kids are saying goodbye to a world where youth and beauty matters the most.
College graduates are drifting over to adulthood.
Such a busy, busy month.
Seventeen calendar days before real summer.
The hot, muggy, mandatory air conditioned days. So different from today.
June ushers in the fragrances of flowers slowly starting to burst back to life.
Everything in the middle is on the brink.
Restaurants prepare for outdoor seating.
Fathers get their half-time show.
Every delightful breeze that pushes my shoulder length hair out of place is met with a smile.
Fresh fruit. Kale salad. Tulips.
With every tan line you understand.
June lives on the brink for multiple reasons.
The six months past and six yet to arrive will make June all the more envious.
Twelve months equal a year. Only June holds them together.
As wedding invitations stack up, June’s flowing breezes and shimmering nights beg to be kissed.
Dr Angelou would probably sum it up simply. Maybe this way:
Absorb it baby!
Absorb it baby!
20 year award-winning investigative journalist takes on a new life and career chapter after a traumatic brain injury. First year MFA graduate student in Hamline University’s Creative Writing Program in St. Paul, Minnesota. Jacqueline’s primary genre is Creative Non Fiction (CNF). She unleashes the writer in her often to Facebook friends. The only advice tip she gives out to other dreamers like herself is how she now defines her life away from the world of news. “It is never too late to get a bus transfer…”