The week 1 writing challenge has been a rollercoaster of emotion. The pieces that have been popping up in the community thread have been making me smile all week. I wanted to share some of those pieces with you so that you can meet some of the wonderful writers taking part in the challenge. Please click through and have a read. Links to the author’s site are at the bottom of each entry.
I just want to thank everyone for allowing me to share these with all of my blog readers.
Early in the morning, the howling wind woke me from deep sleep.
Loudly the wind screamed around the corner of the house, whistling down the chimney, battering at the door……..
The air has been so cold and dry the last few days, the snow squeaks underfoot. It’s a familiar sound to me – I grew up in the mountains of Vermont. My brother and I spent an hour playing in the snow, building sledding tracks, sledding, and building forts in the snow banks. We went out in all kinds of weather, not like it is here in Virginia. The only thing that would keep us inside is a frostbite warning (-19 degrees and below), so there were plenty of times we went out into snow that squeaked as we walked through it…….
She has been coming to the woods since she was a young girl. They are much taller than she remembered both familiar and strange simultaneously and her childhood flashes in her mind. She sees a tiny girl in rubber boots, chasing dragons and fairies. Excited shouts echo across her memory until she can nearly see herself, carefree and full of adventure, curls bouncing, her open jacket trailing behind her like a cape. She smiles as she remembers suddenly the family dog, her faithful sidekick barking excitedly as a ferocious little girl aims a stick at her and shouts a spell………
Suddenly it went quiet and very very cold. I struggled to the surface and tried to breathe but the shock of hitting the freezing water stopped me from taking a breath. Time seemed to slow down as I fought to keep my head above water and I remember thinking about my parents and how they wouldn’t have a grave to visit. It seemed like an eternity but in reality, it must have been just a few seconds before I saw something bright orange out the corner of my eye. I grabbed for it and realised it…..
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There have been some beautiful captions shared over on Instagram too. You can share your piece using the #cnwritingchallenge or use the tag to explore what other writers are doing with their wordcount.
#wemakeyarn Day 2: Why Spin? I spin for the sheer thrill of it. It flows through my fingers, speed and calm settles on me, and I move into a space of meditation and tranquillity. . . . I spin to connect to the past, when there was no other option . I spin to create my future filled with practical beautiful soft structures to encase my home and my family. . . . I spin to show others how it used to be done, to step back from the rush and bustle of the High Street, from disposable poisonous clothing that degrade and pollute other, more disposable countries. I spin to make people remember, to create awareness of all the hard work that others now do in far off countries. People that get paid pittance. . . . I spin to calm down, I spin for warmth, I spin to remember and I spin to forget.
I have been enjoying seeing the bright clear winter sky during my daily walk. But with temperatures hovering around 0 oF (-18oC), I haven't wanted to be out long enough to bring my camera on my walk. Yesterday afternoon, I finally bundled up and took the camera to Savage library's prairie garden. I lasted about ten minutes before the cold got the best of me. I am glad that ten minutes was long enough to capture the bright blue sky behind this stalk. #CNwritingchallenge
Today I was down at the lake again. This time instead of looking at the fells in the distance I focused on the nature at the end of my fingers and my toes. The small details so close to our noses are also beautiful and easily overlooked. The air temperature had dropped significantly today, I do so love the winter chill and being wrapped up in a big scarf so I spent time just looking and being, appreciating the details. I could come to the lakeside every day and I would see something different, something to capture my thoughts and imagination. #cnwritingchallenge #lakeside #ullswater #wintermood #winterthoughts #winterlight #lovewhereilive #january #aquietmoment #everydayadventures #simplepleasures #thewildernesstonic #slowliving
#wemakeyarn Day 3: the #twist. . . The simple, complicated, subtle feeling of the twist spiralling through my fingers. The tug of the wheel seems almost its own thing; Alive, even though my feet are moving it. The twist is the magic spark that moves through the ground, up into the wheel, around the flyer, pulling this cloud of messy, delicate, fluffy stuff into a clear, straight line. Order from chaos. Pure energy, chaotic and wild, into straight pure direction. . . The manipulation of the fibres draws out of their potential. It is addictive. I cannot finish until the whole braid is made sense of, transformed from one state of existence to another. Becoming, the act of transformation, the act of twist is completely unexplainable. It feels like a sort of birth – being pulled from nothingness. . . #spinnersofinstagram #spinningwheel #spinstagram #handspun #spinnersoftheworld #babblesyarns #babblestravellingyarns #cnwritingchallenge
I’ll be back with some more craft and knitting related posts later this week.
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