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Daily Prompt: ‘Distant’

Daily Prompt – Distant

You’ve been here before. Looking out to the horizon, the wide expanse of sea and sky reaches forth to meet you, where right now you feel the sand and grit between your toes, as gentle waves lap around your feet. A gull wails in the far, far distance, and other seabirds respond with their own distinct cacophony of cackles.

You spy a razor shell covered with sand. You desire to reach down to smooth off the sand from between its intricate ridges. But the presence of seaweed draws out your hesitance, and you simply stare. You are lost in the reverie you find in the rock pools around you. A crab scuttles into view, distorting the patterns of your peaceful daydream. You lift a foot, shaking off the sand, and begin to walk away.

People come and go all around you, and yet this is your beach. You hold fast to your solitude even in this multitude. You look back to see your trail of footprints, and forwards at the untouched sand. Around you there is the vibrancy of life. Children run and play, weaving their way in and out of the patterns on the sand, splashing in the water and squealing with delight. Sandcastles are built and gleefully demolished. A red and yellow kite catches the wind, falters and then soars high into the bright blue sky as a gust triumphantly lifts it. Somewhere in the distance you can hear the clip clop of horses hooves. People walking dogs come and go, and life goes on and on in this one vibrant unfolding shared story on this beach, where everything is now.

You pull the kite string of your mind to try to both tether yourself and to fly free as you catch a fresh breeze. But this tension within you constantly flutters. Why does it seem that everything you long for is always in the distance, beyond a horizon that you can never quite arrive at?

Perhaps it is because you yourself are distant. Never fully allowing yourself to be here and now, present in the life you are living, the life that other people’s dreams are made of…..?  (c).P1110011.JPG

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Of Pebbles & Pearls…

Daily Prompt – Buff

You dreamed of a life graced with the calm simplicity of a Kinkade painting. One in which sunbeams would dance and float upon the stream that gently carried you through your days.

Row, row, row your boat….”

And perhaps that is how your voyage began, once upon a time, in simpler days. Leaves fluttered and fell and were caught upstream. And Thumbelina and Tom Thumb sat cradled upon one of those leaves, waving to you happily as they drifted gently by.

Gently down the stream…”

I can see you there.  Your delicate hand upon the rough bark of that old oak tree. Watching. Waiting. Hoping. Praying….

A stray piece of driftwood bobs by and out of sight.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…”

You cannot stand on the shore forever. There is too much adventure in your heart to let your timidity be the rope that tethers you and holds you back. And so you build for yourself a boat, and set sail gently down that playful stream.

Life is but a Dream!”

Only your stream refuses to remain calm and playful, and the tides turn.

Life on the ocean waves!”

Water crashes against the rocks of your life. You are thrown overboard. Seaweed strewn, a straggler to the shore, you are water laden, and carrying lessons heavier than the rocks.

But the pebbles around you are buff and beautiful. Years of being battered by harsh waves have made them so.  And you reach down into the rock-pools for a starfish, but find an oyster shell instead. The harsh grinding of grit and grain has birthed a gleaming pearl inside, that you know.

You are overwhelmed. In the distance you see a lighthouse, and from it the only Light you need. Overwhelmed with joyous defiance or defiant joy, you are not sure. Drenched with the fresh water of life as waterfalls find you. Buffeted, yet gloriously you shine, a sweet reflection of that Greater Light, with a depth and a smoothness that that gentler stream could never bring out in you.

This storm has passed. You are Alive!

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Through arid flatlands of the heart

Detonate – Daily Prompt

Through arid flatlands of the heart, an innocent traverses.

She cradles a bud, fragile, explosive.

Unrelenting flames close in, anguished cries, and burning dreams

Explode around her.

Torn around her, faces of strangers, and those she held dear.

A city, a world explodes and crumbles with hate.

She holds in her palm, a bud, more powerful.

It is Love.

It is her time to detonate.  (c)rose

 

Radiate

Radiate

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Soft white petals fall, as the Cherry Blossom tree sheds emblems of her radiance.  Daydreams of sunlight dance and play hide and seek between her branches.

Twirling in a haze of effervescent curiosity, the little girl giggles as the pleats of her skirt are tousled by the wind. There is innocence in this radiance. And peace in the not knowing.

Summer days have drifted away, and years have passed just as petals caught by the wind that are now floating downstream. Leaves have fallen and tree branches lie broken around my feet.

And yet, I keep the image of myself as a child in my mind’s eye.  In brokenness there is beauty. The sun warms my face and I look upwards with the hope that I can still create.

That even through the brokenness of childhood dreams, I can still blossom, still bloom, and Radiate. (c)