STORYTIME TAPESTRY

The Newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness throughout the world

July 9 2005 

Your heart may be calling you to make a change
in order to invest its energy, its fire, its
passion ??“ differently.

Let's take a moment to step into your "Bank of Life".

Julie Jordan Scott

The Lady and the Sea

Carol roach

When I see my writing as making a deposit in my bank of life, I see the country of Greece.  The air is hot and humid. The sun scorches my skin.   As I turn to the left of me I see the fishing boats in the Aegean Sea.  I can smell the salty air.  I can feel the sea mist on my skin, lightly cooling, yet sticky and powerfully scented. It clings to my skin. 

The fishermen are pulling in their nets. Hundreds of fishes are hauled to the shores.  Vendors and townsfolk alike wait patiently to bid upon the catch of the day.  People are dressed in all kinds of garb: shorts, slacks, dresses, jeans. Colours abound: red, yellow, green, blue denim, and white.  The scene is a kaleidoscope of colour brimming over with activity.

My passion for writing is hot and steamy such as this seaside scene.  My mind is as busy as the activity of this little port. My thoughts and my emotions cannot be contained within the basin of my mind. Though I cast nets to reel them in, more thoughts and emotions burst through the seams.  They are overflowing, abundant, alive, and exhilarating. My ideas must be set free to rejuvenate, revamp, and repopulate that great sea of my mind.

The depths of my soul spew out the colours of sorrow, confusion, frustration, joy, happiness, success, achievement, and wonderful bliss. The heat of my passion is aroused.  My soul cannot be quenched; I long to be Neptune's Bride

And then I see her; the goddess, on board an ocean liner.  She is beautiful, she is majestic and she is carefree.  I see her gentle face, her aquiline nose. Her deep blue eyes hold the mystery of life.  Luscious ruby lips turn up at the edges in a provocative smile that beguiles and mesmerizes all who gaze upon her beauty.  With her long blonde hair flowing as freeing as her white silk robe that dances in the wind, she beckons every one to come to her; to revel in her beauty.  The fishermen, the vendors and the peasants on the shore stop a moment and watch her, as the ocean liner approaches. They wait in anticipation of promise yet to come.

I look at the goddess and know that she is me.  I am the queen of the sea as I spew forth my words, inspired by Neptune, Poseidon, and me.

Carol Roach

winterose@videotron.ca

A Native of Montreal, Quebec, Carol is a graduate of Concordia, and McGill University.  She holds a bachelor in psychology and a masters in counselling psychology.  Carol Roach is a published writer and newsletter editor.  You can purchase her book: Picking up the Pieces: A Woman's Journey at www.publishamerica.com, or www.amazon.com.  You can also go to your local bookstore and order it there as well.  Carol has now finished her second novel and currently looking for a publisher. 

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