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Story telling is an exciting journey. Readers traverse the inky landscape of surprise and intrigue not dissimilar to riding rapids. The riders embrace the swiftly flowing waterways. Savouring the journey, they pause before undertaking another trip, only momentarily satisfying an insatiable hunger – likewise a reader cannot be placated until the closing chapter. Even then the hunger for another story is unyielding. A writer’s words dance, playfully coaxing the reader to continue.
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Hi, Allie-Millie! Writing The Rapids will be my last stop before I take my three week blog break. I'm glad I didn't miss this fascinating story. I never know for sure if I'm reading fact or fiction but it doesn't matter because I have had similar experiences. In the middle of long seminars, lectures, speeches and sermons, I have focused my attention on an object, examined every detail and drifted away to another place. In a doctor's waiting room I have examined the patterns on floor and ceiling tiles. I also accessed a trance like state whilst becoming aware of my entire field of vision. An example of this was in the church I attended as a boy. In those days churches had no air conditioning and sitting through a long sermon on a hot day was an ordeal. Pews were equipped with ornate fans for parishioners to use to keep cooler. I remember the peaceful and pleasurable feeling I had when I became aware of all those fans waving back and forth in unison all around me throughout the congregation.
ReplyDeleteIn motivational seminars I have attended, the participants stretched out on the floor in a darkened conference room whilst the Pachelbel Canon in D played softly. We were invited to go into a trance and visit our favorite imaginary spot. Mine was a composite of childhood experiences at my favorite beach. All senses were brought into the fantasy, everything I saw there - the sea extending out to the horizon, the blue sky, the sun, the waves, the breakwater, shells and stones. I became aware of everything I heard there - the sound of calling terns and tumbling tides. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin and the refreshingly cool ocean spray on my face. I smelled the salt air, the tanning lotion and the hot dogs being grilled by a nearby beach vendor.
I experienced... ecstasy.
Thank you for another enjoyable post, Allie-Millie. Please take good care of yourself and I hope to visit you again when I return early next month! Goodbye, dear friend!
Hey Shady Del Knight,
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting, so close to your departure too and I am pleased you shared your own experiences of dealing with sitting still for long periods, especially as a kid. Enjoy your break and keep safe :) yours at writing the rapids, Allie-Millie