June 20, 2006

WHISPERS

I came across this vignette along my run a few days ago. It made me stop and wonder  …. who had hiked all the way up into these woods and so carefully propped those now drying and faded yellow roses up with rocks? Who had sat on that bench and looked out over White Gold? Was it one person? Or two? Was it twilight, or dawn? What had they been thinking? Feeling?

I sat on the bench and tried to touch the whispers of memories in those woods. They felt sad. Very sad. And so strong they gave me a shiver. Then I wanted to laugh out loud at my folly — because so often my imagination weaves stories into sensations that just aren’t there. Still … I came across the roses again today … and still, I wonder …

And this is how stories start for me, because by the end of my run I had a real character in my mind, with very real emotions, and he’d sat on that bench, with the roses on his lap, and the rain had been a fine mist  …

Writing Week Challenge is going very well. I’m bang on schedule. YAY!! And if all goes according to plan, when I am done, I am going north to farmland with DD#2 where we will spend the day watching baby animals, avoiding irascible geese, and picking tons and tons of strawberries in the sun as a reward

And a special thank you to Bailey/Eve . Guess what arrived in my mail box today? AUSSIE RULES!!! You rule, Eve. Thank you for the generous gift, friend.

My Path: Tin Pants, Lower Panorama

My Distance: 50:34 mins

My Beat: Falling in Love Again – Nina Simone (oh glorious, glorious, soulful voice)

Contest

1. On June 21st, 2006 at 6:09 am
   Peggy Says:
   

   I love being in the woods. Always have. As a kid I use to bike over to this patch of forest in the middle of the city and just walk or bike around it for hours. I think it’s the isolation from civilization, the feeling of being cut off from the rest of the world. I don’t know, but my favourite place to hike is in the woods.

2. On June 21st, 2006 at 6:25 am
   Bailey Stewart Says:
   

   When I was a child in Iowa we had woods at the end of our street. I used to spend the entire day there climbing over log “bridges” that crossed the shallow creeks; listen to the babbling brook. It was my imaginary world and where I think I learned the art of creativity. I’m wondering about the flowers too.

   You’re very welcome. Just wait and see what’s coming next (insert maniacal laughter).

3. On June 21st, 2006 at 6:25 am
   Bailey Stewart Says:
   

   Oh, and Yay on the WWC.

4. On June 21st, 2006 at 6:52 am
   Meretta Says:
   

   Great job on the WWC, Loreth. Keep it up! Love the story of the roses and the woods. Love Nina Simone, too. She sends shivers down my spine!

5. On June 21st, 2006 at 8:24 am
   Toni Anderson Says:
   

   Seeing flowers in odd places always makes me sad.

   I used to haunt the woods as a child. Funny how we watch our children so hard and yet we ourselves as children desperately needed that escape.

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