Caraway: an aromatic plant and its seeds. Or the beginning of a story!
To my fellow WordPress writers, I apologise for my absence. At this point, I dance with joy if I can write, and I believe the experience of writing is what frees me.
I hope to soon catch up with all of your writing. I have not forgotten you.
Mesmerised by the yellow, chimerical light flickering within, mysteries yet undiscovered?
Unbeknownst to her, a time traveller was watching. Gentleman Jack, concealed in a tiny corner between the folds of time.
The academy had lost its name to history. Its teachings were undocumented, its wisdom forgotten. Yet here she was, drawn towards the unexplainable.
As her hand touched the door handle, a flash erupted. Words, questions and ideas collided between two minds occupying the same space.
Both knew the other was there. Neither could explain the experience.
Jack reached for reason. Surely everything began with the mind?
Our heroine felt the encounter differently, somewhere deeper, in her body’s sensations.
The mind picture opens at the word vanity; both considered how easily misplaced pride could disguise itself as virtue.
Was being perceived as a good person the same as being one?
Perhaps the pursuit of validation was simply another empty vessel.
Another image, real; caught their attention.
Did something need to be recognised by another to exist?
Or could something be genuine simply because it was?
Jack looked again at the woman.
Perhaps the person we believe ourselves to be is not the limit of the person we could become?!
And perhaps, when the vessel through which we express ourselves breaks, we discover what it was carrying.
Jack looked again at the woman.
Our heroine turned toward the rustling leaves. Jack, still tucked away in her little corner of time, adjusted her coat.
After all, they had barely begun exploring.
©Elke T.B. Stevens 11/11/26
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