Wednesday, July 11, 2018

the observation ...

This rotating celebration of words and the magic they make was begun to encourage creative writing. Each week a selection of prompts are posted, which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What is created with those prompts is up to the writer and imagination: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or whatever they make the writer think of. Some creative minds put their creations in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. If you enjoy reading their words, please comment to encourage. This month Vest will be providing the prompts. [All of the prompt words are in bold italics.] 
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She held her breath as she stepped out onto the glass observation skywalk high above the floor of the Grand Canyon.  Heights terrified her for reasons she didn't know and she had started her 50th year with a list of things she wanted to overcome.

While this was only the first thing on her list, it was her strongest fear, and she knew that if she could conquer it everything else would be easier.

They had been enjoying a combined celebration of their 25th wedding anniversary and her 45th birthday, dining at the best restaurant in town when he said the words that changed her life forever.

Divorce.  Another woman.  Happier without her.

It was almost more than her mind had the capacity to comprehend, and after five years of therapy, if she let her thoughts wander, she could still manufacture all sorts of negative projections upon herself.

Her therapist suggested making a list of things that she thought were holding her back from healing, and she had been embarrassed to see the length of the list.

"No wonder he left me." she had cried to her therapist.  "I'm nothing more than a timid little mouse!"

"Nonsense!" admonished the therapist.  "You simply haven't been given the opportunity to grow and flourish.  You were barely out of your teens when you were married, and immediately began a life of being a wife and mother.  You need to find your own identity, and that is what we are going to do.  This is your journey to nourish your soul.  Tell me something you've always wanted to do and we will make that your reward for reaching each goal of overcoming each of your fears."

"I've always wanted to be a florist.  To have my own business where I could create bouquets that spoke the language of the flowers.  Bouquets that had meaning and messages for the giver and the receiver."
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Together they had worked on creating a puzzle board.  Each piece an image on one side of a fear, and on the other side the image of a beautiful flower that represented the opposite of the fear.  On the image of a skyscraper representing her fear of heights, she had put the image of a borage flower, the flower associated with courage.

As she faced and overcame each fear, she would turn the puzzle piece over until the new image was one of a garden of her strengths, not of her weaknesses.

The trip to the Grand Canyon with her son, daughter and her four grandchildren was her baptism by fire.  She hadn't told them why they were going, only that it was somewhere she had always dreamed of seeing.  When the subject of taking a whitewater river ride as part of their trip came up, she'd almost loudly protested, knowing that the next fear on her list was being in deep waters where she couldn't see the bottom.  But she had surprised even herself when she had agreed.
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She could already imagine adding the delicate purple hepatica flowers for confidence to her bouquet.

5 comments:

  1. What a terrific idea...and it made a great story.

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  2. The fear element installed within our brain is there for the purpose of reacting to the possibility of engaging in some foolhardy or reckless behaviour. An intelligent Story.

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  3. I love your story of growing courage and strength. The purple flowers are pretty, I've never heard of Hepatica. Is the other one borage?

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    1. Yes it is. I've updated both with the names.

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