I have been challenged to write a new story. To close the cover on the old one. I have embraced the first book. Book 1. I have held it close and I have kept it warm. I have loved it. And now it is time to free it. I am not sure if I can do this. That book defined me. That book created me. If I let it go, then what do I have left to keep me feeling tethered to the ground. It is all I know. In this journey with so many unknowns, how do I let go of the one thing I know most intimately. Cover to cover. How do I cut that tether and risk floating without a safety line. Floating, testing gravity. Freely drifting. Freely rising. Letting the wind take me to new places.
I will continue to refer to that first book. It is reaching people and that is the point of this. I will continue to try to reach people to share that first book. But reader, you too will one day need to write a new story.
I am standing in a field. I am looking up with my face turned towards the sun. The sun feels warm. It feels comforting. I smile. I take a deep breath. I look down to the ground to see where my feet are connected to the ground. But I can’t see my feet. I notice my feet are encased in a box. At least it looks like a box. Upon closer inspection, I see that it is not a box after all but a book. A very heavy book. A beautiful book with a lovely leather cover. But it is heavy and I cannot move. I want to explore this field, this meadow filled with flowers. But the book is keeping me in place. I reach down again and I lift the cover of the book. As I lift the cover, my feet start to lift. The weight of the book can no longer hold me down. I begin to float. I being to drift. I reach out and feel the wind breathing softly on the palms of my hands. I smell the flowers in the meadow. So much stronger as the distance between me and the ground, the book, increases. I look up again and I notice how blue the sky is getting. Brighter. Intensely, gloriously blue. The wind lifts my hair. Making me feel lighter with each touch. I lift my face again to the sun. I feel the warmth. I smile.
2 thoughts on “Book 2, Chapter 1.”
Looks to me as if the wind is about the change. A wind from the south perhaps. With warmer weather ahead❤️
It most certainly is Audrey!