Mornings are just a little cooler now in the forest, while green silently fades from the leaves. I can almost grasp the essence of the wind, as tree branches gently sway with sunlight shimmering through the canopy.
And I realize our wholeness is not elusive, or even some deep mystery, simply a return to who we truly are and were always meant to be, each different and yet an important part…. of Earth’s creation.
In my poetry and in most of the fiction I write, I focus on new life, an awakening of who we are. And often nature brings healing. I have to admit that when I first started The Survivors series, I didn’t think it would fit into the concept of “renewal” but it does.
The Earth is renewing itself. Nature is providing the stories and the characters with a sense of balance. And the characters are learning to live again. Wounds are beginning to heal.
However, I cannot write fiction here the way I genuinely need to and would like to. Many bloggers have extensive ties to social media and have a limited amount of time for reading a piece of fiction.
With fiction, readership tends to go down, sometimes way down and it always has. Readers look for a beautiful poem, or an inspirational quote they can carry through their day. I get that completely.
I limit the details in each fiction segment to make it short. For instance, when Brie and Grey are sitting by the creek, Grey tosses in some pebbles. He remembers his father teaching him how to skim rocks on the water. In another segment Brie could share she was certified as a Lodge Maker. There’s a deep spiritual significance to that. You haven’t seen these things though, I had to leave them out.
I love writing fiction, but here it is very condensed. This series really needs to be a book. I will end these stories after one more this weekend. The Survivors will be a book!