first post
close your eyes and imagine the sun streaming through the leaves of a forest, creating a soft, green light...castle ruins in the middle of a clearing...ivy creeping up hundred-year-old walls...songbirds twittering happily in the distance...
a stonghold open to the sky. that is what i want. shut out out all that i once knew and make way for all the things i am about to learn.
everytime i wrote something in the past i worried. "what if so-and-so finds out, what if they find out about this journal" but i'm tired of worrying and always acting and not having anyone i can talk to about anything.
so now i speak to the open sky! i was the castle! i stood cold and tall and empty! and the rains drenched me and the snows froze me! i was a forlorn refuge, dark and uninviting. crumbling and unable to repair myself! nothing could live in my deep shadow, especially myself.
and when the great stones were scattered and all that had been taked as strenth was laid to waste, you could look up and see the sky.
clear blue sky, sunlight reaching all the places the walls had kept so cold. the stronghold open to the sky! open to the sky and to life! the leaky roof that had let in the rain but blocked the sun torn away! the great oak doors kept tightly shut turned to dust! light and air flow to all corners and smooth the edges and soften the lines.
midnight was my mother and she taught me much. swaddled me in her arms and gave to me the gift of wonder and amazement. she showed me the mysteries of the stars, the brilliance of twilight! and her final gift, that which i could not be given with out releasing her hold on me, the hope of dawn.
dawn comes and rushes me to day and i walk basking in the sun for the first time. open to the sky.
a stonghold open to the sky. that is what i want. shut out out all that i once knew and make way for all the things i am about to learn.
everytime i wrote something in the past i worried. "what if so-and-so finds out, what if they find out about this journal" but i'm tired of worrying and always acting and not having anyone i can talk to about anything.
so now i speak to the open sky! i was the castle! i stood cold and tall and empty! and the rains drenched me and the snows froze me! i was a forlorn refuge, dark and uninviting. crumbling and unable to repair myself! nothing could live in my deep shadow, especially myself.
and when the great stones were scattered and all that had been taked as strenth was laid to waste, you could look up and see the sky.
clear blue sky, sunlight reaching all the places the walls had kept so cold. the stronghold open to the sky! open to the sky and to life! the leaky roof that had let in the rain but blocked the sun torn away! the great oak doors kept tightly shut turned to dust! light and air flow to all corners and smooth the edges and soften the lines.
midnight was my mother and she taught me much. swaddled me in her arms and gave to me the gift of wonder and amazement. she showed me the mysteries of the stars, the brilliance of twilight! and her final gift, that which i could not be given with out releasing her hold on me, the hope of dawn.
dawn comes and rushes me to day and i walk basking in the sun for the first time. open to the sky.