The fog blanketed the trees as I made my way along the trail, alone in the wood. Different than my past river trail run along the Deschutes, but just as satisfying, I jogged watching my breath puff out before me adding to the mystic of the morning. The temperature hung just above freezing and ice clung to the evergreen limbs lining the path.
Ice and fog, like a frigid shroud.
Eerie or peaceful, depending on your perspective.
Huh. The key to life discovered on a morning jog, and isn’t that just the way of the world?
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Life is full of change. It’s unavoidable, inevitable—like death and taxes—something we all must face. However it’s not ‘change’ that’s of interest, it’s how each of us deal with said change that truly matters. Do we fight it kicking and screaming, edge into it slowly while gripping the past tightly? Or do we embrace it, move on and grow?
What does this have to do with my website? As you can see, there’s a long gap between this post and the last. Why? Well changes of course. So, you may be asking yourself, which way did I respond? Never one to do anything halfway, I decided to go for all the above. Not all at once, but in stages. This led to a long gap of non productivity while I tried to cope, not an approach I would recommend to anyone else.
So finally here I am, back to my website and my writing. Embracing the change in my life and funneling it into creativity. Sorry it took me so long
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming….
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I’ve been a little philosophical lately. Not sure why. Maybe it’s all the change taking place in my life, affording me a different perspective. Or the new and interesting people who have come in and out of my life lately. Regardless, I’m seeing things differently and perhaps just a bit more clearly.
I used to visualize myself as on an island, safe and secure, allowing only those I wished onto my shore. The control was mine, who to let on, who to kick off, whether to swim to someone else’s island for a day or not etc.
It was a good outlook, if a bit lonely.
Recently I met someone with the same type of life philosophy, only their island had huge rock bluffs, impenetrable jungles, and a lava spewing volcano directly in the middle. A very exciting place but impossible to ever relax on. None of the beaches had sand, only rocks, the jungle had no trails and the water source was across the freshly spewed lava fields, which changed location every day.
Needless to say, after trying to navigate all that chaos I finally gave up and just swam back to my own little safe and sane island. Probably the latest in a long line of adventurers to do exactly the very same thing. Sad actually, because his island was of his own creation, his loneliness his own doing. A prison of his own making.
I looked around at my island. Different but the same. A prison. My prison.
Okay, that was my epiphany. So now what you ask?
I’m out in the ocean swimming from island to island, yelling to everyone, “The water’s warm! Come join me.”
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It’s been awhile. I know.
This morning I woke up thinking of freedom. Shocker right? Seeing as it’s July and all, but the type of freedom I’m referring to is personal freedom. Where does it come from? And who’s to say what it means to you, or to the neighbors across the street, or to that couple sitting on the park bench?
Look more closely.
The woman gazed at the clothing laid out on the bed, designer fitted dress or leather and chain? What would she wear? Who would she be tonight? Her heart pounded, palms sweated.
Her fingers caressed the edge of the dress, black and elegant. It sang of upscale restaurants, limos, men with suits.
Her hand moved to the leather, subtle and soft but speaking of dominance and obedience. The riding crop laid out next to it spoke of… other things.
She placed her hands in the middle, just as he came into the room, the man who gave her the freedom to be both.
She picked up the riding crop…
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Here’s the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers:
He stood staring up the path
Unable to move
Because he knew
Under the canopy of trees
Darkness fell early
And it waited around the bend
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Wow! This past week has been crazy. For the first time I couldn’t do Friday Fictioneers.
And then there’s all those wonderful people out there nominating me for awards…a huge very tardy thank you to all. Here’s all my late acknowledgements.
Thank you Stacey over at Plowright for The Commentator Award
I know reading comments others, like yourself, leave on my blog is what makes my day. I’m glad to return the favor. And Stacey my dear, you deserve every positive comment I send your way.
Thank you Jeff Whelan for the Lovely Blog Award
Thanks Jeff! One can never have too many awards, and every gal wants to hear the word ‘lovely’ applied to something they do. Thanks for thinking my blog is lovely.
Kate Policani for the Sunshine Award
Any award comparing my blog to sunshine is greatly appreciated. Sometimes I don’t feel very sunny and my writing swings towards the dark naturally, so for me to be nominated for this award is truly something. Thank you Kate!
Okay, so here are some things about me:
- My name is not Tes. It’s something much older and stranger.
- I love trying new things. Change is exciting, embrace it.
- I have two Weimaraners
- Sometimes I get in my car and have this urge to just drive, head off in a random direction and never come back. No my life doesn’t suck that bad, but wow…the freedom. Until of course you couldn’t pay for gas, food, hotel… Yeah, that’s why I don’t do it.
- I am a nerd. I love RPG’s. Yes I am a woman over the age of thirty…
Okay, considering that my life right now is one big time suck and I really, really do need to actually write to make money, I’m going to nominate just one blog for each award.
The Others1 for The Commentator Award. No one is more consistent on leaving comments on my blog! I love to see those flip-flops in my comments section. Thanks.
Mike over at MyShorts for the Lovely Blog award. His shorts may be…well, um…short, but man are they good!
Melania over at NWFantasyWriter gets the Sunshine Award, because a more sunny person I’ve never met.
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