Tuesday, November 22, 2011

My Quiet Place

It is no place at all. It’s the million tiny strides I’ve made nearly every place I’ve gone.
 It is around the block. Up the hill, where the greenery overhangs the road telling you, you’ve made it. It is the rocky dirt path bordered by vibrant leaves companioned with a flushing cool river. It is along Boston’s breathtaking Charles River, through the campus of William & Mary, up the decorated streets of San Francisco. It is on the humid beaches of Fiji and on the outskirts of New York.  It is where I put one foot in front of the other and allow myself to dream. As each breath escapes my mouth, troubles lessen, possibilities open and I am free for that moment.  My clear mind begins to write little fantasies, and long novels, few of which have been put to paper. The pounding of my feet on the pavement hurts those who have hurt me. The swaying of my arms remind me of all those I’ve embraced. The scenery, no matter where it is, swells my heart with gratitude. It is a time to pray, heal and imagine. It is my quiet place.

Another Writer's Challenge I did for Write on Edge. The challenge is outlined here.
Thanks for Reading,
Lindy

8 comments :

  1. Isn't it funny...some of have movement in quiet and others stillness. I love that contrast and I love the images that you present here. Beautiful!

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  2. This is an amazingly beautiful piece of writing. This: "The pounding of my feet on the pavement hurts those who have hurt me. The swaying of my arms remind me of all those I’ve embraced." made me catch my breath. Good job!

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  3. I completely related to this, as running also gives me time and space to work out my problems or think deep thoughts or write my novels or just take in the scenery. I really enjoyed this piece.

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  4. As a runner, I absolutely relate to this, the idea of taking your mind for a walk or run to find the quiet within.

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  5. Love the imagery. Well written.

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  6. I love this so very much.

    Your writing moved quickly and the theme of a clear, open mind? Is divine.

    Lovely. truly.

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  7. This was wonderful! I appreciated the walk rather than the run. For me, running is a time of panting and collapsing. Walking is a time for introspection, observation, and thought. Nice job!

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  8. Excellent prose. Moved me yonder to my own quiet place. Good job girl-very proud of your skills.

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