August 30, 2012 by gabdeveraux
“You need to at least dip one toe into the water.” This is what my grandma used to say as we approached the cold and often numbing waters of the Pacific. She felt that it didn’t count if you didn’t put at least one toe in. I cherish that idea as I dip my toe into the deep blue waters of the Pacific.
Toes in the Pacific.
I often write about water. It has been a big part of my life….
A young little blonde girl of only eight with hair flowing down her back with lime green summery shorts and a Minnie Mouse short sleeved yellow t-shirt runs as fast as she can before everyone awakes to start the day in the cabin in the deep Olympic National Forest on Dewatto Bay. Bacon and coffee will soon fill the cabin and permeate the air and footsteps will be stomping hard on the ancient oak floors and the fire will crackle as it is stoked to take the chill off from the morning.
Outside the air is crisp and dew has bestowed upon the green grass or what is left of it from the hot summer sun. Behind the cabin is where the little girl is called to. There is a large ancient well at the crest of the woods. The well serves the cabin of summer visitors. Around the well is what interests the child, she looks around and breathes in the freshness of the massive growth of wild mint that has taken a home. The leaves are damp as she snips off a peace and rubs it gently to release the oils into her palm. This is her routine, her ritual upon entering her sanctuary.
The trail head is noticeable and marked seemingly just for the little girl. Naturally made by a large overgrowth in the shape of a large arch, she walks through the magical place. She enters her home barefoot and feels the ground embracing her, the trees speak to her. The sounds of the insects, birds and ever flowing water lovingly call out her name.
As the young one journey’s into the deeper dark woods a branch kisses her arm with the dew from the morn. She feels the ferns with her hands, gliding them across as she runs, running faster through the woods feeling the floor of the forest against her feet.
Nature has called upon her and she has answered. A bridge entirely made from a fallen lost tree who no longer had life is serving a purpose for her now. The moss has made a home on this fallen log. She crosses the naturally made bridge thinking of the life of the tree. She approaches her end.
There the wonder, the beauty that was calling her out of her warm sleeping bag in the early morning hours. The small opening of a crystal clear bubbling stream. She dips her first toe in and now the second as a chill crawls up her legs. Both her feet are now in the chilled water. She closes her eyes and breathes in the sounds of the trickle, the dampness of the deep canopy that called her. She embraced and fell in love with the water at this very moment.
My first fish at the stream!
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August 17, 2012 by gabdeveraux
Where would we all be with out this word….Imagination? We would have a world with out any books, art, music, and not much of anything else really. Yet I realize most days being the creative type that I am I find myself being lost in my own imagination. Do you?
When I was a young “wee” one on my report card it would report that I would be “daydreaming” all day long in class. I was not really “daydreaming” I was creating a world of my own. A world much brighter and more beautiful than the dull grey classroom that I sat in daily. It is no secret to most who have read most of my work that I have “suffered” for a long time with ADHD but I wonder am I really suffering or is it that I just am imagining a better place to be. Maybe I just love my other world better. Maybe this place was a bit too much for me. I don’t really know I just know that I wouldn’t be writing today without my imagination. So to all the writers out there be thankful for your IMAGINATION….
Inspire someone today! Be inspired…Imagine a better world.
Simple sounds of silence
Trumpeting in my head are my thoughts
A story unfolds and the path is there
I follow it from keystroke to keystroke
The pictures begin to show more clearly
Then just like that it starts generating speed
The typing gets faster
The pictures become like a movie
I see the characters begin to take form
I know them intimately Before the next word is typed
I know what will be said
I know what will be done
I know sadness
The last two words appear
Then there is simple sounds of silence
A new story unfolds.
I hope you enjoyed it.
This is how I come up with a story and all of this was written consecutively with no changes and no keystroke stops. X
First let me say, I am sorry for the following. I hate that there are so many friends who either themselves or family/friends experiencing sickness, surgery or bad health. I wish all the best of luck and that there will be quick recovery from this.
Also, it irks me that there are so many haters out there that hurt my friends. There is no need for this and it should not be allowed. Unfortunately, they win when they cause a person to change who they are or steer them away from their beautiful self. We are all different and that is what makes us unique and even though we don’t travel the same path, it does not mean that the mean/haters should try and force us on their path.
Forget the path, fly and be yourself on your own journey. I heard something similar and it made me think and wanted to pass along, but of course in my own way. Grasp the moment, as it is irreplaceable. If the sun is shining, enjoy it. If the clouds are there, enjoy your ability to breathe as the storm will pass. Hug someone today and let them know that you are glad they are in your life, if you cannot hug them at least tell them. X
Walk the path you want to and when you are ready fly.
Reading a book is like diving.
Now don’t get me wrong, I like a good bounce of a springboard. The feeling of the anticipation of lowering your weight and pushing upward into the sky and then falling down and feeling the board propel you back into the sky and that is exhilarating.
Now to feel the feeling of a high dive is like reading a book. You walk up the stairs to do the 10 meter (33ft) dive, is like getting a book. You have that feeling is it going to be a good one or just another practice. You get to the edge and look into the water, as when reading the blurb about the anticipation. Then you feel the need to do it and you dive or open the book to begin. You begin the dive and start to read. You feel the joy of opening your mind and then you feel the water and you are immersed into the water just like the feeling of immersing yourself into a book. The cool feeling of the water surrounding you, as with the visualization of the story and you are there deep into it.
When you pull yourself out of the water and feel that completion of it was done and the story ends. Then the need to do it again occurs and it repeats so you go back to the platform and get another book.
Read a book today, and take the opportunity to write one. No matter if you don’t think you can, try it and let someone else feel your feeling of the story you want to tell. Let someone else immerse themselves in your water. X
Oh my, that was a good night, let’s go to bed I told her. In her drunken voice she said, “I don’t want to just go to bed I want to fuck”. I told her she had too much and that we needed to get her to bed. She started complaining that she was fine. We were walking down the hall now and she turned to me and said, “I want to fuck, I don’t want to sleep yet”. She then turned to me and hit me on the chest with her hand and it sent a pain through my chest. Well that was it, that made the difference. I said, “Okay lets fuck”. I grabbed her and pushed her facing towards the wall. I lifted the back of her shirt and unleashed her bra, as I was pushing with my hips to hold her against the wall. She protested and I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”. I moved her back a bit and pulled her shirt up and pulled her bra off her breasts. Within a quick motion, I pushed her back against the wall, and she let out, “Ow that’s cold”. Her breasts were against the wall and it must have been too cool to her touch. I put my left arm against her back to push her against it even more and now her breasts and her stomach was pushed against it. I pulled her skirt up and reached between her thong and slid it to the side and with that I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my cock out. She felt it pierce through her pussy with a force. I was not gentle, as I wanted her to feel this fuck. I wriggled my pants off my legs and still pressing against her I started to drive deeper inside her. She was letting out moans and groans as the feeling was intense in her inebriated state. She felt the thrust again as I pushed deep inside. I bought this thong and it was mine to do what I wanted. I reached down and grabbed it and ripped in apart. It was in my way, and I wanted it to be out. I was ready to fuck and that damn thong paid the price. She screeched, “What are you doing”. I told her to shhh, “I am fucking you, so take it and enjoy it. I pressed her head to the side against the wall and drove my cock again inside her. I attempted to press so deep I wanted to feel the coolness of the wall on my cock. I continued to pound her deep and she came. She was so excited about this fuck that she came again. I pulled my cock out and pressed my left arm against her and pulled her skirt off. Now she was there with her ass out, and a partial thong dangling down. I reached my hand back and smacked her ass. She yelped after the sting of my hand connected and the feeling went straight to her brain. I reached back again and released another reddening smack to her ass. She said “Ouch that’s too hard”. I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”. I moved my cock back into position and slid it deep inside again. I pounded her pussy and she came again. She started to moan again, I bent my knees a little to get a different angle and like I was doing a squat thrust I lifted her with the next thrusting. She skid upwards of the wall and I heard her scream, “Oh my god, I’m cumming”. I bent down again and drilled upwards into her pussy and it was nice and wet that I felt her cum again as it gripped my cock like it was trying to choke around its neck.
It was time to have fun in the front. I pulled my cock out and turned her around. I lifted her shirt off and took her bra off to. She shuddered with either cold or from the sensation of the fucking she was getting. I pushed her back against the wall and she tried to jump but I anticipated it and was hard against her. She lifted her right hand to try and push me off I would guess, but I grabbed it and then reached for her left. I had both her hands and held them tightly. She was not going to move. Her breasts were there and her nipple was calling for attention. I slid my tounge across her right nipple and she so caught up in the moment she could only gasp. I moved over to her left nipple, and with a grin, I pulled her nipple in my mouth and nibbled on it. I put pressure to it and she squelched, “Ouch. That is too rough, I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.
I raised her hands above her head and with my right hand I grabbed both of her thumbs. I am strong enough to hold her thumbs without her wriggling them free, a sort of Chinese finger torture style. I took my left hand and grabbed her right breast and squeezed on it. Intensifying the pressure I heard her say, “Ouch, too hard”. I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”. I let go of her breast and pulled my left hand back and smacked her breast with it. When I removed it, I seen the redness appear. I then slapped her other breast. It was a little harder and she jumped. I reached down with my left hand and grabbed her right leg and lifted it up. I moved in and my cock found its target. Her pussy was open and inviting, it wanted to feel my cock again. I slid inside and she moaned. I had her off balance but she was not going anywhere. Just like when I had her facing the wall, I knelt a little and drove my cock upwards deep into her pussy. She let out another groan and then started drilling deep inside her. The rocking of her against the wall, she let out another, “Uh, uh, I coming” and she was now screaming this. I said,”Shhh, I am fucking you”.
I continued to pound her and then with the next release of her coming, I felt her squirt that hot female orgasm. That was it for me, I pulled out and put her on her knees and as I held her head backwards I gave her a hot pearl necklace. She was sitting there and gasping and I pulled my shirt off and cleaned her up. She was about to say something, and I said,”Shhh, I was fucking you”. We went to bed and slept and it was peaceful.