Happy Saturday all you lovely people. I hope your weekend rocks and you are ready for some more story writing. So please get your pens, pencils or keyboards out and join us in a little writing adventure. This is a stream of consciousness writing prompt so grammar does not matter. You just write what comes to your mind. Nothing matters that makes “good” writing. This prompt is just to have fun and enjoy a growing story. Of course, you are free to use it as the seed to a bigger work. So please, if you feel like it, let your inner storyteller write through you and share his or her story with us. Oh, feel free to use it any day of the week, not only on a Saturday 🙂 . Here is the prompt:
I invite you to listen to your inner storyteller. Find a comfortable place with your writing pad, your laptop or with whatever you like to write. Light a candle or joss stick or simply open the window. Lean back in your seat and close your eyes. Imagine yourself in a beautiful glade. There is an old oak tree, and you slowly walk over, taking in the sounds and smells of the forest and river. Please sit down, and lean against the trunk of the oak. Then wait until your storyteller appears on the other side of the tree and starts telling you about…
I can see the steam billowing from your mug. We are seated opposite each other. The oak to our left is whispering to us. Her leaves swing in a light breeze which makes me shiver a little. I tug my indigo cardigan a little closer. The white scarf over my head just about keeps the cold out. Before you came, I lit a small fire and put the cauldron on. You laughed when you arrived and said: “Your timing of making tea for us is always impeccable!”.
Now you hold your earthen mug with closed eyes. Your greying hair sways a little in the breeze even though it is cut pretty short. The golden cross on your chest shines with the fire. Unlike me, you do not wear a scarf or hat. We start humming the tune. We weave it along the oak grove and down the winding path. A bit louder now so it can reach the stream further down towards the sun. She is just rising and gives the meadow to our right a mild glow. It is mainly grass now. Lesser Celandines and foxgloves have taken their yellows and purples with them into the ground from where they will rise again next year.
The grasses and dried stalks of cow parsley sway to our tune and to the breeze’s gentle touch. Both our eyes are closed now. I do not feel the cold anymore. I sway my upper body left to right and back to a melody we are just creating. The crows ahead add their hoarse accents to our tune. The geese have passed by already. They gave us the signal to start. My hands rest in my lap and I open up to mother earth’s call while you open up to GOD’s whispers.
Two different sacred paths weave themselves together to save what gives humankind the basis of being. We call those on other sacred paths. Those who know that humankind will only survive when we stop believing there is only one reality. Those who want to fill the spectrum of sacred paths with us to create a holy future for all our children. Those who want to live in peace and abundance not only for the few but all of us. Like the powers that be intended for us. And so we hum and sing and listen. Listen for other’s to join us. They will come. Just like the seasons change so will the illusion, that there is only one reality, change to the knowledge that we all only know a little of the whole. The knowledge will grow that humankind only has a chance when we bring our sacred paths together to build a harmonious whole. May we be blessed. May we believe. May we save all.
That’s what my inner storyteller shared with me. Please, feel free to join this little writing experiment and share your stories or links to your stories in the comments. I am looking forward to reading them.
You can do it!