Tuesday, July 05, 2011

True Blue

July 5, 2011 - 22:42

Mood: Pleasantly content (with periods of irritation ... stupid week 3)
Music: Angel - Sarah McLachlan
Thought for the Day: No matter where you go, what you are doing, or who you are with ... there you are. Whether, or not, that makes you happy is up to you.

The feeling of true peace can be found anywhere, and at any time of day. It's different for everybody. to me it's moments of contentment like that when I know that I am truly happy. It's moments like that which lead to things like this ...


The sky was so blue. That was the first thing that she noticed when she opened her eyes. She’d always wondered what ‘true blue’ was. She had thought it was one of those figures of speech that everybody over-used, because they’d forgotten what it really meant. But this was it, she decided. True blue ... framed beautifully along the edges of her vision by varying shades of green ... the occasional wisp of little clouds artfully placed within.
She blinked and became aware of other things. Cold, wet, sticky, discomfort, smells of wet fur and iron. She tried to move and the pain flared. She was laying in the mud along the side of the river, still half in the water from about her hips down.
Where was she?
She closed her eyes, and concentrated within. Her energy was so low ... How long had she been laying here? She thought her right leg may be broken. The cold water hid any other minor damages, which was just as well, she supposed. Her left arm, badly cracked, if not also broken, had long since dried the mud covering it. Her left shoulder was also damaged. Pierced. Arrow? Dagger? She couldn’t recall.
Something tickled her awareness and she cautiously extended her thoughts toward it. Her companion was laying not far from her. That explained the smell of wet fur. Hurt exhausted and deeply sleeping ... and something else. Something just a little further ... was that? ...
“Goddess, please be what I think that is,” she thought. Gathering what little energy she had left, she sent out a pulse, a plea, in the direction of her hope.
She opened her eyes, faintly feeling recognition ... and the blue sky turned black.

I haven't written anything original, other than this journal, in about two years ... maybe longer. this is how I know things are going right for me. This is how I know that I'm going to be whole and right again. 

I am amazed by the opportunities provided by this chapter piece. It could be the middle of a story, the prologue ... it could be a D&D type story ... or the beginning of my own HP or Twilight fame ... perhaps something along the lines of Witch and Wizard. That the amazing thing about this piece ... I have know idea who the character is, or who (or what) her companion is. The possibilities are endless. 

It's like I was sent something ... 

I'm home, Aunty Em ... I'm home!

Sweet Dreams!

PS. Got some really good pics tonight. I think. :) Used both cameras ... we'll see how I did.

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