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Forest Walker: Chapter 7The horse brought me to a clearing in the forest full of fruit trees. I sat on the verdant grass and waited as he rose up on his hind legs and gently pulled a fruit from the nearest tree. He dropped it in my lap, and though I was afraid to eat it at first, i recognized it as an apple and began tearing at it hungrily. He was a horse; I was not concerned about manners. He fed me several more, consuming a few himself, and then he began to walk away into the shadow just beyond the clearing. I stood, taking a few steps after him, but he was gone. The shadow had swallowed him up, and I could no longer see him.
"Alright, desert me," I called after him, dismayed. "It's not as though I needed any help."
There came no answer, as I expected, and I paced around the clearing. There was so little to do...I slept for an hour or so, waking refreshed and happy, but when I did the horse was still nowhere in sight. A little peeved, I climbed up into one of the taller trees and sat in the uppermost branch
a step towards namasteeyes are closed
my legs are folded across each other,
bending to fit like
the petals of the lotus
is the breathing
centered and content
i focus on my breathing
the steady rise and fall of my chest
the count of seven until i exhale
i remember to tuck my tailbone in
my shoulders back
my head forward
the gentle sounds of the birdsong
help me concentrate
i breathe into the strain
in my back to relieve it
i have found ahimsa
i have found ananda
i have found total awareness of my body
my mind is clear of darkness
i fold from baddha konasana
and breathe gently and slowly
i sit up into sukhasana
i open my eyes
come back into the Reality
Pandora - ch. 1Chapter One: In Which We Discover Caroline Preston's Predicament.
"Sit up straight, Caroline. You'll wrinkle your dress."
Caroline Preston did not want to sit up straight. She was tired, her petticoat itched, and her corset was too tight. Above all, she did not want to endure yet another dinner where she was expected to act ladylike and if the guests should ask her a question, come up with a simple and witty response, after the delivery of which she was expected to fall silent once more and resume picking delicately at her meal.
"Caroline!" Mrs. Preston snapped again, "you will do as you are told. Now be a lady and sit up."
Caroline begrudgingly sat up. What use is the back of a chair, she thought impatiently, if you are not allowed to lean back on it? She sighed and moved some of her peas to the opposite side of her plate. The guests, whom she had never met before (as usual), were chatting jovially with her parents, exchanging anecdotes concerning their off
VulnerableI am strong
I have built my life
from the ground up
Raised under a strange identity
Grown to be
I am clever
A defender of those
who dwell in shadow
Working toward a cause
that few believe in
Meant to be
I am brave
I have fought for friends
when the odds were against me
Faced demons and devils
When I had little defense
Come to be
I am confident
I have faced my fate
with little fear
Even when it reared its ugly head
I said, "Let it come"
Made to be
a creature of darkness but of light
And then I look at you
And I am vulnerable.
Forest Walker: Chapter FiveIt was afternoon when I at last opened my eyes. The skies had cleared and the sun was hot and high overhead. My thin white dress was still soaked, and before I noticed anything else, I immediately felt self-conscious about the way it clung to me. My hair was damp and stringy and covered with sand and seaweed, and I had lost my sandals. Somehow the delicate golden headband that my mother had skillfully woven into my hair was still there.
I breathed deep, and almost instantaneously began coughing up mouthfuls of seawater. I choked and gagged on the liquid until it had all been vomited out of my lungs and stomach, and finally I laid back on the sand, exhausted and sore. My arm still throbbed painfully. The one benefit of it was that it told me I was still alive.
Doing my best to ignore the pain, I rolled onto my opposite side. When I did, I saw a large bluish-brown mass right beside me. I was startled - I cried out in shock and fear, and closed my eyes tightly. Nothing happened. I opened
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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