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March 31 The Crystal LakeI sat beside a crystal, clear lake. Its shades of blue and green mesmerizing. Silver tipped the crests of its tiny waves, as I slowly moved my hand through it. Ripples ever expanding, like the circles of life. The grass I sat upon; green and soft, sensual as it beckoned me to lay upon it. The day of summer just beginning, no heat to drive me from it. I loved this time of year. The woodland protective and secure at my back. Water to immerse myself. Food packed away in a hamper of straw. Perfection in a day. But why did my face betray its beauty, impatience! My skin took in all the rays of the temperate sun. The air pure, filled my breath sweetly. So why did I not appreciate all that was before me? Why did it seem as though I mourned? I closed my eyes and I dreamt you here. You crept on silent feet. The only way I knew, was by the disturbance of the aura that surrounded me. If I loved, no I do love! Then today my happiness was complete. You lay beside me, breathing slowly. We spoke not. We had no need. The crystal clear lake spoke to me. It filled my mind with its madness. Silver and pure, it hid darker depths. It waited, and it knew, that one day two would come to its edge. Two such as we. We kissed and did not see the essence of darkness that spilled from the water. We stripped, naked skin, fevered with our need, fevered with the lake's need. We wrapped ourselves around each other. We touched and tasted and still our hunger rose. Music filled our head, the sounds of love and lovemaking loud and urgent. The scent of broken grass, spilled food, rich wine spilled from an unopened bottle. Feeding the rich earth. We moved as we rose, our descent took us into the clear depths. But we did not drown. Our lips remained pressed together, our bodies joined... Pagan times must have been like this. Strange times, that modern times had still not wiped out. The mysteries remained hidden, unbidden, until now. Two souls, from times long gone. Once joined and made one, but torn apart. Now they had come together again. And reawakened more than their own lust. The crystal clear water now rose in turmoil. It flowed upon them, opaque in its intensity. It took the lovers within. Wrapped in each others arms, enraptured with their desire, they couldn't fight the tendrils from the waters depths. Singular they wrapped around them. Encasing them. Too late to fight, too late to resist, as they rose to their own pinnacle. They were pulled into the dark depths, lust and love, and more. The surface roiled it bubbled and boiled. The heat of the lovers fed it, sated- it settled. Ripples all that remained, that and an empty bottle. The wine gone though it remained corked. The grass wet an imprint of two pressed into it. The sun rose and set, the trees budded and turned verdant green, then to rust and orange. The waters remained crystal clear, smooth on its surface. It waited. A new spring day, a man waited, he was mesmerized by the clarity of the waters. He tossed the empty bottle as far as he could, into the water. It landed with a splash, disturbing the waters surface and reawakening its depths...He knew she would be here soon, if she didn't hurry it would be too late. Finally he heard her. Stripping his clothes of in hope and haste. She was beside him, laughing at his impatience. Neither of them noticed the water change blood red, nor did they notice the faces beneath its surface. They waited patiently, soon their wait would be over... March 30 Relaxing and holiday thoughtsMy screen is bold and bright, beckoning the words from me, begging me to feel inspired and be creative. But today I just want to sit and smell the roses, gaze at the grey sky and wonder -will it rain? Or maybe should I make another cup of tea?
Or simply just be.
Outside I hear the gardeners tidying things up, which means things are growing. Spring has sprung and gone on its way, and now summer is testing its shaky waters.
But I still don't feel like doing anything but relaxing.
Just to wake myself up, I opened my space and waited for the chasm to creep into my thoughts. I have an image of a broken body, a hand reaching through solid walls and wondering should I take it? who would it belong to? and where would I be pulled to?
A lot like life I guess :)
And so my mind turns away from stories, from roses, the weather and others working. And turns towards a holiday!
I am in need of one, somewhere where it is not too hot. Somewhere to unwind, and to be able to feel the weather against my skin (not quite into naturism yet) I have need of a castle to explore. And it must have the sea, or water. My thoughts take me towards Wales (thankyou friend for the holiday advice) and the castle I think is conway castle.
And so I finish my entry for today...
March 22 A step too far-3My broken body lay at the bottom of the chasm, the day was just beginning but i didn't see its glorious sunrise. It was the pain that awoke me. The sharp pull and tug of something tearing at my flesh. Awake now, the horror of seeing the scavenger pecking at my raw flesh, sent my arm into spasm.
As i jerked my arm towards me, it shreiked, its caw filled with rage at the loss of its meal. For a brief moment its dead eyes stared at me- a look both primitive and terrifying. My heart hammered with fear, the rush of adrenalin lending me strength. I hit out at it, my voice found a screech from somewhere. It backed of only to rest and wait on the rocks further away.
My body sunk into the ground, relief tinged with razor, sharp fear.
If my journey had begun while my soul was at its darkest; my soul now shrivelled within me, no fire, no heart, no shining innocence, or trace of hope, just desperation. Bleakness in its purest form...
My eyes took in where i lay, the stench of the place was terrible. Absent of all colour, the glory of the earlier sunrise had long since faded. I had no idea how long i had been here, but knew i was very afraid. Greyness filled my vision; the walls, the sky and the ground i lay upon. I was groggy but alert and so I called out, my voice weak. A pitiful mewl of a shout.
The answer to my call for help- my own voice echoing back at me.
Pulling myself into a sitting position, ignoring the pain. But never taking my eyes from the huge black bird that sat and watched me.
If i was dreaming, now was the time to awake!
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Usually I knew how I had reached the chasm. I walked through woodland, smelt the green and earthy bounty of nature all around me. I felt the pull of its call, the noise of it against my skin, eyes and ears. These things told me I was alive and I was actually there.
But now I had no idea how I had ended up at the bottom of this strange chasm.
The black bird continued to watch me, I shouted my disgust at it; but it merely sat and patiently waited for me to fail.
I tried to pull myself up, my legs seemed to have forgotten how to move. The pain becoming more intense as I tried to will myself to get up. It was this that gave me the strength to put my hands on the spongy ground, my fingers seemed to sink into it but still I pushed. The pain letting me know I was alive, and that I wasn't carrion for scavengers.
I was exausted but upright. I leaned back into the wall, moving my body through the pain, breathing hard. Nothing felt broken, but I was badly bruised all over, and I hurt.
My eyes followed the walls, trying to see if I could somehow get to the top, but it soared upwards into the sky. A multitude of thoughts, fears and sensations rushed at me. What if i was trapped here? what if this was hell? had i died?
The feeling of hysteria began to take over me, causing me to laugh and cry. My sounds of desperation the only noise in this awful place.
I had only taken my eyes from the bird for a minute, but when I looked back it now had company. Silently they sat. Twin creatures, black and terrible looking. One of the birds spread its wings, as though it was about to take off. It screeched its hate at me. The feeling was mutual. and though I screeched back at it, my voice sounded very afraid.
I would not panic. Though I cried tears of self pity, I told myself-I will not panic!
A deep breath, another one, in and out. Count to a steady beat, calm... My old method of relaxation didn't exactly work, but it was enough to allow me to think clearer, to look through the panic. I talked to myself, rambling words. You are a survivor, you will kill those bloody birds before you allow them to get anywhere near you! Rambo tactics, false bravado, what did it matter if i sounded stupid.
I reached down, feeling through the spongy matting. The floor hardened as it neared the edge. I found a couple of stones, rocks really; not too big, but big enough to smash the birds heads in, if they came near me again.
That's good, fighting talk... my conversation carried on between myself and me. I waited now, and this was the worse thing yet, for i didn't know what i waited for. March 20 A step too far-2Today I felt at peace with myself, my body still bruised from its travels didn't want to do much. So I strolled through the trees, I heard water rushing somewhere in the distance, but my curiosity was dulled today. The trees offered protection but slowly I made my way to the edge of the chasm again. Absent-mindedly I rubbed a sore part of my forearm, my bare feet tickled by the soft grass. The feelings of touch and pain, barely noticed. I padded my way towards the edge. A breeze softly moved the fabric of my cotton, wrap-around dress, somewhere further back I had lost my sandals, but I didn't care. Today I felt no darkness, a gentle sun brushed my face, my bare skin welcomed it. My dress with the help of a light breeze helped the sun find more secret places to leave its kiss. I sat down, legs hanging over the edge, leaning forward I gazed into its endless depth. Still amazed that I had traveled down its face. I couldn't see where it began or ended. But today I had no need to seek this. Lost in my thoughts I hadn't heard the man walking behind me. It was the blur of his silhouette that caught the corner of my eye, as he sat at the edge of the chasm too. Neither of us said anything, we sat and breathed the day in. He took a bottle of water from his jacket pocket, reached over the short distance and offered me a drink. It all felt surreal, I felt like Alice in the looking glass, or maybe as she fell down the rabbit hole. But there was no mad,march- hare, Just two people, both unthreatening. I was thirsty, so I accepted his kind offer. We drank, our thirst fulfilled but now curiosity made me look closer at him. Brown hair, blue eyes, medium build, a nice looking man, with a nice voice. I smiled and thanked him. It seemed that the gap between us closed and we sat beside each other. We didn't talk, and we didn't feel uncomfortable. I had no need of conversation and he seemed to sense this. Unbelievably we just sat there, until the day began to darken and the sun sent its last glorious colours blasting across the sky. Without saying a word I stood and walked slowly back to the trees. I left him there, a person I didn't know, yet I somehow felt a connection with. Maybe tomorrow I would come and seek the blue-sky, or maybe seek the depths of that endless chasm. For today its edge had satisfied me. March 19 A step too far?The darkness of the day entered my soul and made me feel that I was lost. Bleak though my thoughts were, I was determined to change my way of thinking and so I set out to chase those demons of darkness from me. Sometimes it was as though I lived my life on the edge of a chasm, the bottom unseen and its roof endless shades of blue. If I took one more step would I fall? if I closed my eyes and willed myself, would I rise upwards. Did my dreams live within this seemingly endless chasm? I would never know, if I didn't become brave. If I were unable to move towards the sliver of light that I glimpsed sometimes- through my shades of darkness, then I would never know, what I had never missed. I am not sure if that was worse, or if the attempt and seeming to fail, was better than the endless hovering I seemed to do. One step, I blanked the dark and took another step, a ray of light seemed to pull me forwards. I reached out and felt only the softly moving air. My feet halfway to knowing, my brain feeling alert. Stop thinking I whispered to no one in particular. Just go! My feet left solid ground, my day grew blacker-inky in its solidity. My soul screamed, my heart juddered with the uncertainty of it all. My arms windmilled in the still softly flowing air. I stopped, paused, why was the air still flowing, shouldn't it be rushing? wouldn't it be the safety net trying to pull me back to safety? I glided, the feeling was sensational, but I wasn't yet brave enough to open my eyes. My soul sang with a lightness that had replaced the demons of moments ago. Shapes brushed against my closed eyelids, forcing me to close them tighter. A small ember of darkness leaching in through a gap, reminding me of the fear of earlier. I heard a laugh, someone was singing, and someone was crying. The sounds of life continued while my journey dragged me deeper down into the chasm. The only way I knew that I descended was the slight upwards brush of air. My senses began to awaken, I felt the laughter and wanted to join in. I felt the utter heartbreak of someone else. The rush of emotions, of love both emotionally and sexually. I wanted to stay like this forever. The day seemed to reach towards evening and still I travelled. I tasted, some I drank in, others I spat from my mouth. Bitter and sweet were those tastes. I began to tire, would I reach the bottom? would I smash into a surface hard and cold? why wait I asked of no-one but myself. I knew my day had begun in the dark and bleakness of thoughts, but now my soul sang. It told me to open my eyes, I must be dreaming I thought. So I sensed that I was in no danger. Safe within a dream. Slowly I opened my eyes. I felt the shock, then the shudder of its wrench through me. My eyes pulled in all before them. As soon as they opened my feet touched nothing, I fell forward, reaching for something, anything to hold onto. The downward spiral, quickened, speeded up by my own realisation that I was actually falling. My mouth opened but my vocal cords paralysed, no sound could be heard. I grasped something, my knees grazed and scratched as my hands found purchase with something. Half way down the chasm I hung. Blood dripped from the cuts, pain hadn't registered yet. I heard someone call me. Let go they said. My mind clambered, what are you mad! No let go, the voice again called me. Sometimes the sensation of evenness is worse than the highs or lows of a blackness within a soul. I questioned my situation, even now as I hovered between this high and low. I wanted an answer, needed something or someone to tell me the footholds, to make me safe. For the first time I shut out all those voices, I closed my own and those others who maybe would help, but maybe they would also hinder. And so I bled, the droplets feeding something. I shut out its greedy lapping. And opened my eyes. I saw a rockface, its coarseness biting into my soft skin. My feet stood on a ledge that i hadn't even known was there. For a moment I loosened my grip, the rock felt real, the air felt cool against my skin now. I looked down, the view was the same, coarse rock, shrubs clung to its face as I did. This time I let go and stepped away, eyes open, alert and aware. I fell with a bump. The ground beneath me was the same as the one I had stepped from, at the edge of the chasm. I lay there, my breathing heavy, I could remember all of my journey. The sounds and sensations. My soul had quickened, tomorrow I would step off the chasm and see where the sky took me... March 18 Mother's DayThe weather must have known I had returned to blogging for it has been winter here yet again , but my days of hibernation are done with for now. I had the most wonderful mother's day present from my family. A gift of a restyle at Toni & Guy's, I had forgotten how a good hair cut can make you feel. I went in to the salon feeling dumpy, frumpy and very dowdy. Over an hour later I glided from the salon, half my hair lay on the floor, the hair treatment and massage had eased any tension from me- and my hair, well it looked absolutely fabulous.And me, well at least 5 years, no 10 years younger and the only snip and tuck was from the scissors. Wonderful present, it would have cost, here is were I have to sit down £60. But the treatment (£15) was free, so you could say a bargain lol. I did say half my hair lay on the floor, but it is still about as long as it was, just clever shaping. It hung shiny, and silk like to my shoulder-blades, but layered from a side-fringe down the sides. This morning saw me waking up with, er, hmm, where has the straight, shiny hair gone? back it was to its mad waves and kinks... To me the day was worth every penny, so thank you to mine for thinking of this as a present. For a brief moment I was a thoroughly modern Millie lol. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL MOTHERS OUT THERE. EVEN THE LESS THAN PERFECT ONES :) March 16 Back in bloglandI was going to do so much and in all honesty I did hardly anything. But curiosity brought me back to my blog, hoping to see it in a new light, but it's still the same. A place to air my thoughts, and test my ideas for my stories. So here I am back again with no new ideas, but I am refreshed and raring to go.
But first I think I will have a cup of tea, and a nosey into blogland, to catch up with all that has been happening in there...
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