I never fail to be filled with writing inspiration Any time I sit with nature. I began writing after my late swim, and actually tucked it away as a novel starter... Some day :) Liquid pearls descended down her neck from the strands of water clinging to her seemingly unkempt hair, as she broke the surface of the glass lake and reappeared. Magic... For a fading moment, she discovered who she was. There, beneath the water. Submerged in silence, isolated from each noisy intruder. Each whisper of cruelty. Each piercing piece of poison from those who knew her not, and those who had consumed her. A baptism of sorts had occurred. A sacred cleansing. She imagined the foul putrid words and stares.... Cascading now, off of her bony shoulders, and crawling down to the small of her back, unable to withstand the mesmerizing water. Strangely, this murky lake water, with a faint smell of fish and mud, had mystically purified her, giving her a glimpse of the woman she is, when immersed, taken away from the rigid, merciless, mechanical world.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 03:48:10 +0000
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