Story flesh you live inside me. In all the things that make me smile.Tea cups in the rain. Cupcakes behind the baker's glass. Goldfish circling, orange and black. Colored bottles on an open window sill. New pencils in their packets like a neatly boxed rainbows.
Little things that mean nothing.
This is where the story sparks.
In moments too small to even capture, that's where my writing grows.
Story flesh you aren't destroyed, even inside my Green House of Grief. Pain, a hot bed of healing.
The feet that once stamped in puddles without gumboots, the back flip that didn't land well and the eyes with blueness dripping, became the dew on my early morning grass. I lived under the sadness, but emerged with words. Fern fronds. Life. Even under the rocks carpeted with moss.
Story Flesh, apart of who I am. Even when I didn't know her. Even in the tears. Alive, over, under and beside me. Nice to finally see. The Story flesh; I always hoped I had.
A second skin, a first skin.
My skin.
Me.
What about you? What grows on you and in you? Do you have Story Flesh?
Lovely post! I was spell bound! And I absolutely love the picture!
ReplyDeleteHhhmmm, what grows on me and in me. An interesting thought. I think little seeds lay scattered about and as I trip through life and fall, they become imbedded in me, where they can be nurtured and sprut to maturity. All experiences add to our existence and make us better for it. All life is fodder for story, don't you think? :)
Ooh Sherrinda, I love the seed pictures. Beautiful words. Yes, I agree, all life is story fodder :))
ReplyDeleteI love the way we're all the same, but at the same time, 1 in 7 billion. That what is in one's head and heart can potentially be said by no one other than that one person - and that feeling I get whenever I know I've encountered someone's expression that is just that authentic, whether it be my own, or someone else's. Wooo! You've got me pretty philosophical for 8:00 am :)
ReplyDeleteColored pencils. I love them...prism rods aching for fingers. Move me. I am pencil, poised and waiting for life to happen as it will. Then pencil will press to paper, finger to keys, and my story will have witness.
ReplyDeleteThat was beautiful. I'm always so inspired after coming by here. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteLovely. You grow stronger day by day! Story flesh.
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That was wonderful. A great way to start the day. I like the term story flesh. And I love the picture - I think I have a couple of those tea cups.
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Oo - I love "cupcakes behind baker's glass." Terrific image that conveys so much in four short words. Thanks for sharing your gifts!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful as always Tabitha. I wish I had your gift for writing imagery!
ReplyDeleteYou always amaze me with your writing. And that image is very beautiful too.
ReplyDeleteThat picture and your words inspire me. Wow, that's an interesting question. What grows on you and in you? I think I'm going to go back something and submerge myself in that question for awhile.
ReplyDeletePowerful imagery. I feel the story flesh, always have, but never named it as you have. You have a gift of expression that is authentic and gorgeous. Love this blog.
ReplyDeleteStunning words and a stunning picture. Thank you for gracing us with such magical imagery!!!! My story flesh? Not so pretty these days. ;)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely gorgeous writing, and I love that picture - a lot. Story flesh is such a great image. I'll come back and read this again and again.
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is just so good! Love it.
ReplyDeleteI thought the picture was gorgeous, and then I read your post. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat's amazing to me is how perception becomes reality. It's all in how we look at things. What bugs one person wouldn't bug another and what one person looks at as adversity, another looks at as a challenge. I strive to be that person who looks at things through a positive lens...although it's not easy sometimes!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images. Love your writing. :)
ReplyDeleteI loved it... especially how you ended it! beautiful!
ReplyDeleteStory Flesh is a unique term. Reminds of the verse, "...the word became flesh." I was mesmerized by the prose. Amazing how little things in life spark creativity in each of us. I'm a visual person, I like the imagery of the write and picture you included. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteNow about my story flesh...that's a good question.