Song of Wet Stone When the rain comes to the shore, watch the rocks they transform revealing their shy colors rust reds and treasure map browns sea teals and leaf greens watch the rocks watch the girl stumbling slowly along the shore eyes seeking picking up, greeting loving each stone in turn slick stones, slipping into her pocket treasure her hands roll the new precious things round and around blessing the seeker And then! one large stone twisting blue of the sea dancing kelp green this is a mermaid's heart, it sings from the deepest deep mine! Thinks the girl, rolling it between cold pale hands and then she notices between her fingertips, sheltered from the rain the wet skin of this mermaid gem begins to dry the wild life evaporating away leaving grey blue grey green grey stone shock and bewilderment out come the rest from her pockets all warm and dry their magic gone Watch, as this child sullenly ...
I'm a fan of strong women in my fairy tales, which is hard to find since most of the women are princess' under spells, or they are a grand prize after the hero vanquishes the monster or completes the quest. There are a few that really stuck with me. Especially the Scandinavian folktale The Prince Lindworm . The story goes like this; a Queen wants a child, and she is told that if she eats two onions she will have twin sons. She does so, but the first onion she is so greedy to eat that she doesn't remove the outside skin. Soon she gives birth to two sons, but the first born was a monster, half snake and half boy. The boys grow up, and the second born prince wants to get married. But his terror of an older brother won't let him until he gets married first. Course, no one wants to marry a half-man half-snake creature who keeps eating his prospective brides. Finally, a peasant girl comes forward and volunteers to marry the elder brother. She goes to him, wearing all of ...
The funny thing about turning points in life, it's usually in retrospect that we recognize them for what they are. At the time of them happening, when we either decide yay or nay, choose one road or the other, it just seems like a choice. It doesn't feel like the fulcrum on which your life will spin. But sometimes a choice that you make, one that is so different from anything you have done before, then you know. I've made one of those. It was when I decided to send in my $200 to ProWorld and reserved my place as a volunteer going to Ghana. Traveling hasn't been a big part of my life. I've done it in little spurts, but nothing for this length of time (a month) and this far away( Cape Coast, Ghana, Africa). In my picture I've created the future that once I travel there, I'll be traveling everywhere else next. I don't know if I will for sure. Heck, I don't know at all what direction my future will take. But I do know it will change.
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