We bathed in the river at sundown,
red leaves kissing the sky.
The water was cold,
but the liquor in our bellies kept us warm.
The sea like silken water with its triangular-peaked hills rising in front of me, neither relaxed or in a hurry, flows at a speed I wanted to experience. I paddled frantically, and suddenly, in a breath, the sensation changed from a pulling through the water to a force pushing onto the azul cliff crest. Then there was the perfect rush down, the fall, a thunder of water behind, a liquid slicing turn along green-blue scenery, a coal-less steam-powered train ride, the only energy nature’s.
In that breath, that ride, I remember that I too am part of this flowing life, and I shout out, thankful, singing, a prayer from within. Air rushes past, nothing else can matter, my body and mind are consumed by a few seconds. A delicious sensation, even the salty taste and scent as I inhale, smiling.
Seaside, I walk up the beach in adoration of nature. My soul feels like my body felt, like a rock being momentarily launched, skimmed over something deep and alive. And at the end of the ride, at the end of the moment, I sink into that which I love so much.
Originally posted on Living and Lovin:
I signed up for a free, 6 or 8 week class, presented by a local newspaper here in New Hampshire. It is about writing Memoirs.
It is about TRUTH ( though the publisher of Million Little Pieces could fill you in on more of that)
Our first homework is to write a piece on a harrowing experience lol how do I choose? We could also do it on a person we had a relationship of some kind with and how that changed us. Both tough for me as most of my long time followers know.
She went around and asked us to say why we were there and who we are. There was a 83 year old man who said he came as he would like to tell the story of his family in a fun and lively way I can only hope I make it to that age…
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