Free Write Friday | Prompt
Steam rises from the barren ground
Liquid sand boils in an earthen cauldron
Molten fire swims in a deep river
The air above the toiling caldron stills
Not a bird calls nor do creatures stir,
The waxen earth beats to an ancient drummer’s heartbeat
Nature’s choir hums a song of still serenity
The winds breathe and tremble a Beethoven sonata,
Air that stirs with a thundering Bassoon
Clouds gather and clash with clanging cymbals
Curtains drape the air in folds of darkness
The stage is luminous in a ballet of ethereal light
Ushered in a staccato of falling liquid notes
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Following on from my post yesterday: Saw this on tumblr and it described my mind-set the last few days. Serendipity is thy name Sunday. This week, this year seems to be a keyword of Serendipity. I have put out there what I want and the Universe is responding in floods of abundance.
There is a story that is demanding to be written. All attempts at ignoring it have failed this week. Then I had an A-HA moment with last night’s post. My writing is my therapy and is my healing. What better way to expel the ghosts of the past than expelling them on the page.
Have you ever had that experience? Have you ever had a story or character so insistent on being written that they block all your other flow of thought in other stories?
I don’t believe that this is going to be an easy story to write. But then the stories that sometimes have to be told are the ones that we really wrestle with. I subscribe to the belief that everything in life happens for a reason whether it be a good happening or a bad happening. I also do not believe in regret for what we go through molds our character and colours our souls.
The great power of writing is that you have the power over the words….to an extent anyway. So I know that with this story I have the power to transform the storm clouds,that have hovered over me, into a rainbow of healing colours. There will be the blues, violets and indigos from the heart-bruising but there will be the greens of hope followed by the warmth of the oranges, yellows and reds of inspiration.
So this week I am going to start painting my emotions with rainbows of healing. I know this story is going to wring tears from me as I re-open old wounds I have pretended to ignore. But as Robert Frost wrote:
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.
“The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.” ~ John Vance Cheney
With this story that wrestles with my soul like thunderbolts shaking my skies, I am going to repaint my storm ridden soul with the colours of Rainbows.
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