A MAGPIE TALE
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"THE MOMENT"
She had hidden herself in this quiet, solitary place, alone with only the rhythmic breathing and occasional whinnying of her pony, Morning Glory. Her sister hadn't seen her slip into the barn. She lay in the hay looking up at the sole source of light drifting into the cool, dark barn through the opening of the upper portion of the door.
The smell of decaying leaves under the trees outside the door drifted in on the beams of light. It was a light, musty, fruity, earthy, hard to describe smell. She inhaled more deeply, closed her eyes and imagined seeing those dying leaves lying there beneath the bare branches. Only three short months ago she had been swinging endlessly from a rope swing made by her dad that depended from those very branches.
Suddenly she had a moment she could only describe to herself as magical, holy or supernatural. She was frozen in time, crystallized in an infinite instant of time; the smell and sight of the leaves whirling about with the summer leaves surrounding the rope swing and the sunbeams shining in to light up the darkness. This moment would remain vivid in her soul forever.
Prayer Girl
12 comments:
smiles. i love those moments...had one in the middle of the woods...took my shoes off and just walked barefoot...
Nice. Sounds like a serene moment.
Sometimes, when u r by urself without the distractions of TV, internet etc. ur mind will take u 2unexpected places. I know.
An Epiphany -- those "Ah ha" moments when we are relaxed and in tune with the flow of nature and the Grace of God.
Lovely prayer girl....
Cheers,
Joanny
Beautiful as usual PG..
Loved your MFM as well. I was very busy yesterday.
Hang in there...G
How beautiful.
I've had a few of these moments myself, when the earth and time seem to stand perfectly still. Morning Glory is the best name for a pony.
such a beautiful moment it is too..! brilliant! :)
mine is here.
admireable magpie.
Nice details. I love the name of the pony too.
Beautiful...she really became woven into the fiber of the moment
I've had moments like that. Sometimes I think I've forgotten them and then I will encounter a smell or a colour from the past and they will resurface. I really like your use of the leaves and their scent. Lovely.
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