Wednesday, January 11, 2006


Meditatory remodeling, a most effective means of expanding your horizons within the capsulized realm of four confining walls, a floor and a ceiling. You concentrate on your dwelling place, and yourself inside it, belly flat on the floor, pressing your abdomen onto the surface with each breath - a symbolic effort to become one with the bosom of the building. The cycle of breathing has its own power of hypnosis - soon you find yourself drifting through the honeycombed path of your memories - intense memories attached to the dwelling. After a time, memories lounging in the spirit of the domicile mingle with the familiar memories you contribute, and ever deeper you drift into a unity with the soul of the architecture. May tried it, but she didn't feel at all different, in fact, she was about to break it off. She did not realize that her home had left its foundation to soar high into the heavens.

Story #325

7 comments:

101 Words said...

I love this concept. I am an improv musician and these stories are definitly in the same vain. I will be linking and subscribing to your blog.

The Mushroom said...

The feng shui master Shih Tzu had odd notions of what brought harmony to a home, but oddly he was never wrong. Bob was very pleased with how having this girl propped in the corner made him feel, and even his friends thought she did wonders for the room, but his wife Darlene just didn't get as good of vibes from the arrangement. Not that the girl didn't match the carpet or decor, but she found the girl distracting (especially on Bob) and this was not what she was thinking of when Shih Tzu said he wanted to put an alabaster bust in the livingroom.

Jamie Dawn said...

Good story, Indie.

Mush: I hope they gave the poor girl a potty break.

That exercise is good for strengthening the lower back.

ariel said...

beautiful story, Indie.

oh Jamie you're not trying to say those fine pretty girls have assholes, too?

Indeterminacy said...

101 Words: Thanks for the kind words. I'm intrigued by the concept of writing to fill a wordcount. I saw something similar at David's blog in which he did a series of 55 word stories - they're on the December archive page.

Mush: In my next life I will come back as a yoga instructor. I can think of nothing nobler than helping girls relax.

Jamie: I was almost not going to post it, but your thumbs up makes it worthwhile.

Ariel: Thanks, to you too. So many pretty thumbs up today. That last statement might give mushroom ideas ;-) (not to mention Indie)

The Mushroom said...

Mushy already has ideas, thanks. But new ones are always welcome. Hadn't considered Ariel's new wrinkle but I'm sure it would have come to me before long, if only to smooth out those panty lines and test to see if she can hold that shoulders-up position while someone climbs on her like a hobby horse.

Mental image back atcha, Indie. :)

Indeterminacy said...

...although that may not be the theme of her meditations...