The Other Side

I suffered for a long time, from what I thought were wierd dreams. It was not so much the content of the dreams but they were continued stories. I know, that in itself sounds strange!

An example of what I am trying to express is a) I had a conversation with a particular person b) I would ask a question, but wake before the answer c) the answer would given d) the conversation would move on.

The above example would happen over 4 nights!

Not all of the dreams are negative. In fact, most are positive where I am talking to angels, noteworthy people who have passed on, and sometimes to relatives I had never met!

hazeOften I am left feeling I am in a haze.

I was recently diagnosed with sleep apnea. Sleep apnea is when a person stops breathing for 10 seconds or more. Apparently, I stop breathing on average of 14 times an hour. I was told I am in the category of mild to moderate, closer to moderate.

Now all this makes me wonder; each time when I stop breathing, am I making mini trips to the Other Side?

© Zora Zebic 2017

If I fell into a cloud

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Su Hao a/k/a Kohlrabi

I enjoy finding veggies with quasi-human characteristics. This little, grumpy-faced guy looked like he was winking at me! As usual, the childhood memories resurfaced.


When I was a young girl I’d lain flat on my back on the lawn to watch the clouds as they’d sailed over me. My finger had pointed to the sky as I’d excitedly called out, “Look! That cloud flying by is shaped like a puppy and that other one looks like a man with a grouchy face!”

A nun had been standing over me, robed in her black and white habit with scapular, cowl, veil and gigantic rosary beads about her waist. She had scolded me saying, “It is evil to create images. What you are looking at is nothing more than clouds.”

I’d pondered how seeing shapes in clouds could be evil. As I’d done so, the nun had voiced a further lesson to me. “The clouds are not flying, instead the earth is spinning around as it rolls around in the sky The people in the north look up, those in the south are looking down at the sky. Those people otherwise all around the earth are looking sideways when they think they are looking up.”

I had been too frightened to ask if I’d been looking up, down or sideways! I had slowly dug my little fingers into the soil, fearing I could slip off the earth. I’d then wondered if the clouds, like the pillow on my bed, would cushion me if I fell?

Slowly I’d released the earth from my fingers and I had gotten to my feet. When they stayed planted on the ground, I had surmised that we were in the north and felt relief. A second emotion washed over me as I’d felt pangs of fear for all the people who would be sideways or down.

Two horrible questions had formed in my mind 1. Would the sideways people all slide down to the bottom of the earth? 2. Would they fall down into the sky to join the bottom people that surely must have fallen already? I would later be taught about gravity, but in my child mind that day the concept did not exist.

Also that day I had wondered, why the large wooden crucifix hanging from her rosary beads bore a 3d metal image meant to represent the crucified Jesus. Looking more closely I’d observed a smaller image of a skull and cross bones attached to the crucifix!

I would later learn the skull and cross bones refers to the hill on which Jesus had been crucified. The hill was called “Golgotha” – the place of the skull. I found a cross made of skulls – I will add an photo of it at a later date as I am away from home. I’d found the cross a curiosity, until I’d learned more about Golgotha.

My memories, once I am able to retrieve them to carefully dissect and analyze them, continue to explain to me why I’d been a confused and overly sensitized child.

© Zora Zebic, 2017


A Growing Tribute

A tale of beautiful hearts still blooming despite the dead hearts. Great story Rita!

I’ve always loved sunflowers since I was a youngster. The towering yellow flowers make me smile. Dad wouldn’t plant them in the front yard like I requested back then. However, in later years, he always planted a row of sunflowers at the edge of his vegetable garden right up until his last summer.


This year, Mom and I noticed a row of sunflowers coming up at the garden’s edge once more. Mom hadn’t asked any of us to plant them. She wanted to keep it simple, being almost 91. Just tomatoes, cukes and zucchini. Another sister snuck in some squash or gourds—I’m not sure which—but the vine is humongous!


It ends up my brother was responsible for planting the sunflowers. To keep the tradition going or growing, you could say! In memory of Dad. Dad’s sunflowers always were bigger than mine and this year “his” sunflowers bloomed earlier and are…

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The tale of grandfather carrot

I’m certain grandfather carrot grimaced as I pulled him out of the plastic bag; the one from the grocery store that identified he and his fellow carrots were “organic”.


I examined grandfather carrot closely, noting the white gnarly loopy hair that covered him, head to toe.

A raspy voice boomed out of grandfather carrot, “What are ya lookin at? You’d think you never saw hair on a carrot before.” As a matter of fact, I’ve never seen old-man-white-hair on a carrot before and I didn’t hesitate to retort that truth to grandfather carrot.

He rattled an asthmatic sounding cough, and I said, “You are not presenting yourself as edible. I may have to reconsider chopping you up for my chicken stew. Grandfather carrot laughed and said, “Go ahead brave lady. Give an old carrot a shave and I’ll show you what I’m made of!”


Grandfather carrot, after his shave and chopped to perfect bite-sized bits looked as marvellous as his fellow carrots from the bag. “Grandfather carrot, beneath your wizened old skin and copious aged white hair, you truly remained a wonderful addition for my stew.”

Of course Grandfather carrot did not respond to me, I’d chopped him up you see?

Perplexing percentages

My friend Sarah and I went to the LCBO yesterday and we made a fun discovery – chocolate flavoured vodka! Not only did this vodka entice us but it advertised they are “dedicated to protecting the environment and cutting down on unnecessary waste”!

Two girls who love chocolate and environmentally friendly companies, along with the temptation of a sip of vodka – we grabbed up that little bottle of 360 Double Chocolate Vodka and headed toward the cash register. Sarah said, with the special twinkle in her eye that appears each time she is feeling mischievous, “We will do our best to help this company to protect the environment – I know I will not be unnecessarily wasting this vodka!”

As Sarah backed the car out of the parking lot I asked her to take me to the grocery store. We needed to purchase the ingredients to make the drink Sarah had sampled on New Years Eve – chocolate milk and chocolate ice cream.

I decided to go with the frozen yogurt – we wouldn’t consume the container with a mere drink each and I would enjoy the frozen yogurt on its own at a later time. Sarah thought that was a great idea and she assured me the taste of the Chocolate, chocolate and chocolate vodka shake would not be affected.

I noticed something odd – the Beatrice 1% chocolate milk advertised 1% fat content while Chapman’s Dutch Chocolate yogurt advertised 97% fat-free. I asked Sarah, “Doesn’t that mean the yogurt has 3% fat?” Sarah shook her head in agreement.

I was reminded of the reports I had to file when we had government funding for our charity. We were obligated to file our monthly reports with various forms of percentages. For example I could report that during the previous month we had a 27% success rate in helping our clients find housing and on another report sheet I could fill in 73% of our clientele remained unhoused. In the manner the numbers are used the smaller or larger number are chosen for effectiveness. I pondered the effectiveness of this disparity in dairy product percentages.

At the Windsor apartment – our temporary home away from home – I spooned out a good clump of chocolate yogurt, added a good pour of chocolate milk and topped off the Magic Bullet individual shaker cup with a precious ounce of the chocolate flavoured vodka. I served Sarah her shake first which she held on to as I duplicated the process for my drink.

My shake blended I held my cup up to Sarah’s and said, “Homogenized whole milk is 3.5% fat and these shakes dairy products total 4% fat.” Sarah giggled and said, “I’m not sure about that. Wouldn’t the 1%, when added to the 3% decrease the overall percentage?” I love when Sarah shows off how smart she is – I replied, “I guess you would be right, and the percentage would be lowered yet by the addition of the 35% alcohol content vodka.”

Sarah smiled her coy smile and said, “Drink up sister!”