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Friday’s Freewrite

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There is a tree out on a little island with some longs being used as a bridge but I don’t know why, doesn’t seem like there is anything out there on that little island so why bother with the effort of making the bridge? The island is green enough with long grass. Maybe some kind of ferns, can’t really tell. The water is realy still making an amazing reflection, like glass. There is mist in the background. Makes me think of the book Mists of Avalon. Not really sure why. But that’s what the image makes me think of. Not really the book itself, not the story. But just the title. Something about the photo makes me think of the place. Maybe this is the lake. Maybe you have to stand on that little island to talk to the Lady of the Lake. That woud make the making that bridge worth it! lol. But it doesn’t look like that grand of a place and that’s how I always imagined it to be. Just a quiet and sill place. Somewhere that looks like any other nature spot, but has a bit of something that maes it feel ore calm and quiett hen it should. And there would be a little mist clinging at the edges of everything. Because the mist would always need to be ready to roll in across the lake to take the worthy traveler into the realm of Avalon. That;s the real way that one travels to Avalon, through the mist. There is no crazy journey. Avalon decides if you are worthy and brings you in if you are. There is no debating, or bargaining. I imagine this world of magic and sentiate places. Locations that hold as much mind as we peole but these places are as old as the world and carry the wisdom that comes with time. Imagine the wisdom of a sentient redwood or a mountain that was cut from the first long ago shifting of the contents. What would this magical places be able to tell us if we could listen? What about the lake itself? This is something that would always change. Water is a constant coming and going. It mixes and churns. Because of this it is younger then we are in many ways. Yet it has also been here since the beginning of the earth. All water has been here since the beginning, just moves and travels. What would the nature of it’s wisdom be? This place amkes e think of the way that things that move so constantly can seem so still. I think that much in life is like that. Changing and moving all the time but looking still. Nothing really is still, is it?

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I am Myself I am a Wife Blessed with love I am a Mother Endowed with divinity Through the power of creation I am a Daughter Brought into this world With unending hope And the promise of the future I am a Sister Made fierce and strong While forged with kindness Protector and protected Spiraling together forever I am a Nurse Holding out the hands of healing And offering the sick comfort And the dying love Knowing that through this All things are healed and made whole I am a Writer Creating myself and world Sharing the inner depths of humanity Bringing together the divine And the humble mortal I tell the story of the Goddess And am remembered forever

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