Okay so I’m doing M’s prompts and going to try and do a full month as one long story with no planning. Today it is ‘Liquid Love.’
The instructions are to simply write for ten minutes or so each day and that’s about it.
Of late, and I say that with a degree of caution because time does not seem to hold any significance here, I am finding that the longing consumes me less and less and a clarity seems to be returning to my thinking.
Now that is not to say I know what is going on, because I do not, but I have been able to explore this curious existence and am finding that it is not as grey and empty as I once thought. A world of misty nothing seems to be revealing itself to me piece by piece, and just today I saw a tree. I don’t know what type of tree it was, perhaps a beech or a birch – I tend to get them mixed up – but there it was doing precisely nothing just as you would expect from a tree.
It’s gnarled trunk rose above me where sprawling branches were capped with a thick covering of leaves, dappled sunlight flooding through in golden rays from a sunless sky. Below my feet her roots stretched deep dow into nothing. There was a also a narrow river, a glittering ribbon of blue and silver meandering slowly through the nothing and into which the tree had dipped a number of her roots. As she drank I could see the waters glowing as it pulsed and coursed through her limbs.
Beyond the things I know and recognise there are also glimpses and echoes of a world just beyond my grasp, perhaps the one I left or somewhere else, but they are there and at times so very close. Feint voices call out and have me spinning as if recognising the comforting hello of an old friend. As I wander there are colours and flashes of things that I know I recognise and that seem so familiar but yet I struggle to name.
And then, as I stood beneath the cool canopy dipping my toes in the trickling water I knew that I was no longer alone.