coiling and spirals

[lhiana]

Candles burn. A small string of gray smoke rises to the ceiling. Ceremony. These things will hold this space, this creative space.  Words fall from fingertips gripping a pen like water droplets. Haze is thick, causing wrinkles in my vision.  She’s known her whole life this is her calling. Ceremony. Dance. Curling smoke.  I will leave none of these

Comments

[flyingshaman]

This was so incredibly beautiful.. thank you for writing. I am so reminded that I need to write. Often.

Your words catch me in another world, and lift me into one where birds and insects speak, where senses are truly alive.

I'm going to indulge in this, soon.

snow can wait

[lhiana]

thank you, you.

i'm a desert girl, and cold is not something i tolerate well. i've made a pact to myself to learn to appreciate it more this winter. it's opening new realms, new icy worlds that aren't so cold.

p.s. i love your userpics.

Re: snow can wait

[flyingshaman]

*grins*

cold worlds I know the best of all

thank you, lhiana

[skygypsy]

reading you is such a treat!!
i love your writing style
(and you inspire me to write more)
what magic you capture and evoke :)
thank you for sharing :)

[lhiana]

Thank you... I'm trying to remember to write more myself -- I've kept most of my thoughts confined to spiral-bounds lately.

I've been reading a lot of Annie Dillard though, and her work always makes me want to go outside and hug everything.