is the name I decided to choose for the last short story I wrote last Saturday. Click on the following link if you are inspired to read it: This field. Also, feel free to send me your suggestion for a different title, if you think of one; as well as your thoughts on this story, if you happen to have any...
Otherwise, may you be blessed with beauty's company.
Be well and don't hesitate to truly smile.
Smiling, I breathe out
P.S: There is a certain website I've been using as an extension of that which I think I am, and in case you don't know about it, well, it is: www.reehtales.com
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Writing happens...
Every now and then, I get a strong urge to start writing; it comes and goes, and I don't have much control over the process. Still, I rejoice whenever the muse honors me with your intoxicating company.
As it happens, I was overtaken by such an urge this past Saturday, and consequently, found myself glued to a chair and table at the local Borders Cafe. I don't know how long I was there, but it was long enough to write a short story titled, mmmm, how about, 'field I Knew'.
Anyway, here is the first paragraph -this is for those of you who do not have anything better to do, and, of course, the others who, as crazy as it sounds, enjoy reading.
The full story will be available on www.reehtales.com -the website my ego built to feel important.
But I digress, So without further ados, here is the first chapter of 'Field I knew':
It seems I’ve been standing in this field for an eternity. I can’t remember how I got here. In the middle of nowhere, green grass all around, stretching so far, I don’t see anything else. But I am not worried. Not a bit. I feel at peace. No urge to hurry, rush, find out... No need to understand. Even if my feet are bare, naked -which is very odd, given my obsession with shoes. ‘The right shoes, for the right occasion,’ has always been one of my favorite mottos. In fact, at this very moment, the matter of footwear feels so trivial, unimportant. And even stranger than that the feeling itself feels right.
I laugh, and the breeze laughs with me. It had been so long since I’d laughed so freely, so honestly, without worrying about anyone else’s judgment -what a sad realization. Yet here I am laughing, out of lightness, as if a crippling burden was lifted from my shoulders. What burden was that, I wonder? My life wasn’t that awful. It was quite an ordinary one, and I enjoyed most of it… I think.
As it happens, I was overtaken by such an urge this past Saturday, and consequently, found myself glued to a chair and table at the local Borders Cafe. I don't know how long I was there, but it was long enough to write a short story titled, mmmm, how about, 'field I Knew'.
Anyway, here is the first paragraph -this is for those of you who do not have anything better to do, and, of course, the others who, as crazy as it sounds, enjoy reading.
The full story will be available on www.reehtales.com -the website my ego built to feel important.
But I digress, So without further ados, here is the first chapter of 'Field I knew':
It seems I’ve been standing in this field for an eternity. I can’t remember how I got here. In the middle of nowhere, green grass all around, stretching so far, I don’t see anything else. But I am not worried. Not a bit. I feel at peace. No urge to hurry, rush, find out... No need to understand. Even if my feet are bare, naked -which is very odd, given my obsession with shoes. ‘The right shoes, for the right occasion,’ has always been one of my favorite mottos. In fact, at this very moment, the matter of footwear feels so trivial, unimportant. And even stranger than that the feeling itself feels right.
I laugh, and the breeze laughs with me. It had been so long since I’d laughed so freely, so honestly, without worrying about anyone else’s judgment -what a sad realization. Yet here I am laughing, out of lightness, as if a crippling burden was lifted from my shoulders. What burden was that, I wonder? My life wasn’t that awful. It was quite an ordinary one, and I enjoyed most of it… I think.
Monday, May 10, 2010
A few days ago...
I was in a different world, Ubud-world, Bali-world, crowded streets, taxi drivers smiling, calling for your attention, "Taxi. Taxi." Scooter owners going, "Transport. Transport? Maybe tomorrow." Uneven narrow sidewalks with unexpected openings, strange doorways leading downward, a hindrance to windowless storefront shopping, or just to walking.
A few days ago, I was complaining about being stuck in a tourist hotbed. Then, having complained, and therefore having become more relaxed, a doorway opened. Suddenly, Ubud was wearing a different outfit, showing a completely unexpected face.
A few days ago, I was in a different world, when kind hearts led me out of superficiality to the outskirts of Ubud's main streets, to the crux of matters dear to my heart.
A few days ago, seeking, hopeful, I met friends I'd love to meet again...
Until then, I wish them the best of everything.
Until then, heart at home, love by my side, I'm readjusting to Madison's rhythm, allowing time to make room for me, whether in Wisconsin's capital, or elsewhere.
Until, I wish you beautiful experiences, and much more...
And don't hesitate to stay in touch.
Allowing -simply allowing
P.S: The mad teacher says, "Once we stop having expectations, once we stop having desires, once we stop pushing for what we think are the best results/outcomes, once we stop pretending to know, once we stop saying this is good, this is bad, once we become thankful for every breath, then magic happens, then results take shape, then gifts are bestowed, effortlessly, simply, as they should -Life is a river called Love, and we are tiny conscious droplets within it. Surely, when a droplet decides she can control the river problems will arise. Surely, when a droplet allows herself to enjoy the journey, she becomes the whole river, and becoming the river, she becomes whole, she becomes the journey. Get it?"
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