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Remember when I said I was going to do a monthly blog swap with my friend Kristie? We both kind of got busy and forgot to actually do it. Anyhow, we wrote this month and now I get to share her words with you again! I love the way Kristie writes, you guys. She’s honest and heartfelt and she makes you feel like you know her through her words. If’ you’ve never read her blog, and you don’t know her story, you should go check it out. She dances (which I think is cool because I cannot dance), and she lives in the SF Bay Area (which I ‘m totally jealous of). Anyhow, without further ado, here are Kristie’s words!
She kept staring at it wondering, looking, dreading. It meant more rain. More rain always meant more rain. Why didn’t it stop? Why? Why now? No one needed it. She didn’t want it. She hated it. Her tears were plenty.
So she walked away, leaving it–the reflection, the pain–for another day. There would be other days; she was sure of it. There were always other days. Always. Just like there was always rain.
So, she left.
And it rained.
And she walked until she arrived again.
The water was there, the sun too. The rain had stopped and she was an entirely different person. The reflections lying on the ground were beautiful . She could see them, finally. She could finally see them.
iPhone photo by Seattle photographer, Chase Jarvis
P.S. I’ll post what I wrote for her over here tomorrow, but if you want to see it a bit sooner, it’s over on her page…
It was warm and bright. The shadows were taking over the field as night drew near. This was the magic hour — the time when the world faded and nothing mattered outside of breathing. I inhaled in the rich scent of the earth and sank from where I was standing onto my knees. Yesterday it had rained, and now the dampness left behind seeped into my jeans leaving two large wet marks where they touched the ground. I let my fingers sink into the dirt, relishing the feeling of it as it coated my hands. There was never a moment I felt more alive than when I was right here, at this time of day.
There was something about the trees here, something that made the soil around them pulse with energy. I could feel that energy travel from where my fingers were buried up my arms. I was taking root like the trees, but unlike the trees. They were held to one place, captives. I was bound to the earth, but I could move, as long as I came back. There was always the pull to come back.
The last rays of sunlight flickered as the giant orb began to give up and rest for the night. The fog would set in soon. I pulled my hands from the ground and wiped them on the top of my legs before standing up. The power of the trees coursed through my veins again, and it was time for me to withdraw back into the world I had left behind.
I would like you to all meet my friend Kristie. She blogs! She hails from Seattle by way of Idaho by way of Florida, and she has amazing stories to tell. I asked her if she would be interested in doing a monthly writing-prompt-blog-swap with me, and she said yes! Here is the deal, (this time) I chose a picture, and we both wrote what the picture told us to write. Below is her post, I know you will enjoy what she wrote here, the girl has mad skills with words.
There is the me who cherishes the process, the journey, the becoming.
Cherish is too strong, maybe it’s that I simply endure.
I endure the journey, the changing, the evolving.
It starts this and then becomes something else entirely.
The fog, lifting, moving, showing something that could me more beautiful.
It’s hard to tell right now.
It’s still morning, or is it evening?
It’s 3am. You pick.
There is a part of me who sees the present as a chapter of the story, the story that will one day be more than I know it to be now.
Oh, how I hope that to be true.
Until then, I’ll sit in the middle–in the cold, in the mist, in the pretend rays of sunshine I’m willing onto my face.
I’ll sit in a picture trying to become words.