Surely it was only moments ago I was questioning what was out there on the far horizon.
It lent itself to many possibilities, coloured most decidedly by needs, and wishes, and dreams of deliverance from my current reality.
With painful slowness, it drew closer… obviously in proximity;
not nearly so clearly in my heart, and soul;
in the seed of my imagination, awaiting germination;
still a bud, barely a flower, but already containing ALL the power;
sails unfurled, free to take on the world;
some would judge 'far too flimsy' to capture my belief they call 'whimsy'.
It's my ship, the 'Survivor', when she was still a glimmer in my mind; still sepia-coloured;
still with those flimsy sails that deceive, seeming unready to bear and wear buffeting of any substance.
And a timber structure looking way too fragile for the journey that promises to lay ahead.
No rose-tinted glasses will be worn on this voyage; only that perfect 20/20 vision developed from endless searching of barren oceans for land, or the tiniest hint of a cloud on the distant horizon;
and deciding... will it be providing a faster passage to the desired destination?
Or a fearful 'shiver me timbers' type storm to endure along my chosen odyssey?
See the stance when she/I was all alone?
Deep breath, straightest spine,
clenched fists say, 'Destiny is MINE'.
And the constant, soothing lapping and slapping of the waves split by her prow,
Whispered to that girl Captain the time was NOW…
to invite partners to dance, to bolster her stance.
Two First Mates, for who could make a choice, from a pair so old, they're new again.
MICA stepped up, the Inner Child who had been a warrior from the first,
and when Ted Bear was named her equal, a hairy chest all but burst.
An unlikely couple, maybe seeming to some, but no qualms troubled their loving Mum.
No longer alone, I gathered my crew, a motley assortment it may seem to you,
But starting with a will power that's considered most biddable;
Staunch belief in a health system never failing—it's formidable;
Simple diet and exercise teamed with hearty degustations
of positive thinking, affirmations, and gentle meditations.
No chemical rubbish, we're not going there,
in total agreement my warrior child and Ted Bear.
Wait and watch, let us see.
Someone will be right… and I dare,
to believe in my loved ones,
MY crew led by me.
Author Bio:
Christine is Australian - writer, farmer, wife, mother, grandmother - in her 70's -- living on their retirement farm. Her words and works took on new meaning with the recently confirmed diagnosis of Lung cancer. She faces the uninvited invader alone with her formidable strength of character and unique sense of humour.
She writes: Short stories, Flash-fiction in almost every genre, encompassing humour to deepest sadness.
Memoirs - growing up in 1950's Australia; farming; treasured collections.
Children's Stories – for ALL age readers; excellent 'read-aloud' stories by all loving care-givers.
Christine's website: http://www.cdcraftee.com
Google: cdcraftee to find free reading of almost everything she's written!
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