My Muse.Story #410
Thank you for all the wishes and stories to the above photo. The stories have been reposted at the long dormant companion blog Indeterminacies.
The photo was taken in Trier in the ruins of the Roman baths, passages that were excavated in 1962.
At Shitkl you can see a video of my son reading some Shtikl cartoons - really sweet because most of the time he will only speak German - and here he is reading English with almost no practice at all.
Also, I have a guest post, written about a month ago, at Mindful Mimi's.
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As they saw her approach, a fizzy comet on the brilliant blue canvas, they knew they'd better not forget.
Shivering, she entered through the window. The half smile kept growing till her facial muscles could do no more.
"Nothing like a warm photonic shower after a long twilight's work!"
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Awfully sorry to hear about your wife's accident.
I pray things are getting back to normal. Do convey my best wishes to your wife and son. And don't forget to tell her that she looks wonderful in this picture :)
Glad to hear that your wife is recovering. That's a very cool picture. I will channel "Lily" and send her in with a story!
Geena wondered about the wisdom of leaving the light at the end of the tunnel behind. She wondered indeed about the wisdom of venturing through the tunnel. Who knew where it ended, how long it would be before she encountered light again? Yet she had lived so long alone in the light, fearing the darkness. Her loneliness drove her to venture out and seek what was beyond the beautiful but empty world she'd known for as long as she could remember before she died of despair.
No story comes to mind, but much relief on you and your family's accounts.
Wonderful picture here. I'm happy to hear the good news and to see her approaching.
"Because her aura was purple, the most spiritual color, I could not help but fall in love with her. She is my now and my forever."
she closed her eyes. she was in a different time. a different place. a different reality. she was... in Rome? something felt odd about the familiarity of it all. in her first year out of college she had traveled around Europe with her beloved for two months during the summer. one of her fondest memories was that of Rome, and not just because she did as the Romans do. she spent a week there admiring the architecture, and swimming in the rich culture. in the sweltering heat of midday on their second last day, she begged her beloved to explore the baths in the heart of the city. he laughed when they finally discovered they had been drained after navigating through tunnels, dripping with sweat. his jovial chuckle echoed through the stone passageways and it made her smile.
that laugh echoed through her ears right now, in a way that made him sound as if he was being torn from her arms and sucked into an engulfing darkness. she reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it desperately. she felt herself being pulled into the darkness as well, but it wasn't cold as she expected, it was warm. a warmth that tingled at her fingertips and relaxed her racing mind. her eyes fluttered open, a bead of water traced down a path across her cheek.
"don't worry, you're still here," he whispered into her hair, arms intimately wrapped around her. He kissed her forehead. with a gracious "thank you" escaping her breath with a sigh of relief, she snuggled up to him and fell into a much more comfortable sleep.
my best wishes to your wife, excellent news to hear she is recovering steadily.
(i never knew there were Roman baths in Germany,
I couldn't get the video at "Shtikl" to work :(
I'd like to see and hear your son, who is about the same age as mine. I'm so glad he wasn't hurt.
Your son is quite a little cutie pie Inde. It was nice to see him and reading English so fine.
Great to have you back, and so pleased to hear your wife is recovering.
Darling boy! And his English is so good.
stopped by to see how your wife and son were doing. Wow, I didn't think it was that bad. I hope she is able to come home soon. I think we do our best healing at home and around those closest to us. I watched your son's video. what a cutie! I wish everyone well.
Pam ;)
She was lost in the catacombs of her mind. But somehow it did not feel uncomfortable - on the contrary. It was nice to be lost in her own mind for a while without having daily chores or the people she loved keeping her from it. As she was wandering, seemingly aimlessly, she moved from open plains to a walled in area. She did not feel afraid. She heard voices but she was not scared. She saw beautiful light which played on the walls around her and showed her all the colours of the rainbow. She felt safe. She knew she could leave this place - when the time was right. And she knew exactly where it would lead her: to the people who loved her and were waiting for her.
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Indie,
Glad to hear that she's doing better. I did not think it was that bad either.
Your son is a cutie. His first language is definitely German :-)
Makes me wonder which language mine will end up speaking the best.
Oh well, as long as they communicate well with their world, it doesn't matter.
Cheers
MiMi
There was this luminescence about her. As though the divine inspiration fueling her determined efforts to return to her beloved were actually glowing from within. The aura was spell-binding and it became impossible to suppose for one minute that she would fail in her quest: she would heal, she would magnify her powers, she would share her magic for many years to come.
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What a lovely photo! Who was behind the lens? Glad to hear she's improving. Best wishes to all of you.
blessings
Out of the ruins the angel rises.
Beautiful photo! May you all continue to walk in beauty.
I'm so sorry to hear about your wife's accident. Glad she's getting better.
Good wishes to you all.
We read your guest post and left a comment.
le Club Nosferatu
It was 3:00 am and they were hungry. Where could they go in the City to feed? There were hardly any people out and about and all the restaurants and take-away joints were closed. So after some debate they decided to go clubbing instead. When they got there the music was pounding loud enough to burst the eardrums of a beggar sleeping in the alley out back. He clutched his skull and wailed piteously. The blood ran down his cheeks. "Well that's handy," said Armand, "we can have a quick snack before we go in!"
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pleased for you to hear your wife's improving. All my best wishes
The light moved along above her, barely noticed above her other senses, swishing of the skirts and shuffling feet, the rough stone under her fingertips. The light could stay or go, it made no difference. Sight was the last thing that mattered now, and the rush of the water was, she knew, the feeling of being birthed.
Best wishes for you and your wife.
just stopped by to see if everything is ok. hope that your wife is still improving and the days are getting easier on the three of you.
peace,
Frances
i hope your wife is feeling better soon!
cant write story yet but
i just wanna send from across
miles my good wishes....
The beautiful and well loved woman glowed with the day's heat, although the air hinted at dankness and dampness. A scholar, she fancied she heard the voices of ancient Romans and Romanized Gauls enjoying sophisticated hygiene, exchanging gossip, making deals, and complaining about the weather. Since the baths were only to be seen, not used, she daydreamed of the scented bath in which she would luxuriate when she returned to the hotel.
Just saying hello and hoping things are still looking up.
Some folks think about leaving it all behind. Some folks talk about it, they even talk about it.
Not many really do it, but my love was one who did.
We were in Trier at the time, taking a late summer holiday.
One evening, after a fine meal in a moroccan restaurant, we went to see a German production of Macbeth which was being staged in the Roman baths.
We realised our mistake early on; the acting was stiff and the way the stage was lit made us feel like we were in the house of some really boring friends.
Halfway through the first act I wanted to leave, and was getting ready to do so when Jen grabbed a hold of my arm.
'Look!' she whispered, 'can you see it?'
Puzzled, I looked in the direction of her gaze and saw.
At the end of a stone corridor at the side of the stage a swirling lilac mist had materialised. The colour of it was enough; it was as obvious to me as it was to Jen that this was an escape into clarity, to a world where love spun boundless.
Jen sprang from her chair and pulled me toward the light, but at the edge of the stage I stumbled and fell.
I looked up to see Jen, halfway along the corridor, waiting for me. Behind her the light was fading. I realised I would not make it.
'Go Jen! I'll meet you there. Run!'
She hesitated.
'Run!' I cried.
Then my love turned away from me and jumped into the vanishing haze. She was gone.
Such an opportunity comes once in a lifetime, if you are lucky. I know I will have to wait until my natural time is up before I see her again.
I'm glad she made it though. I'm really glad she made it.
I came home early, I didn't feel like staying in Trier. I work in a bank, accounting for other people's business.
i haven't been by in a month of sundays. i'm so sorry, i just learned about your wife's accident. i'm glad she's doing better.
i suffer from some serious cognitive deficits, so i can appreciate the frustration she's been feeling.
please give her my best.
love,
cat
I hope your absence, as of late, is a sign that you are spending quality time with your family and your wife is home and doing well. Thinking of you all, and hoping for the best. Pam
Based on the beautiful picture you showed me, I made you a story. :) I linked it to the story that you created for it too.
Hey Indie, how have you been?
I came to your blog via a link on chook's site and truly i do not know what to say. My teenage son was involved in a near fatal car accident two years ago this October. He has severe acquired brain damage after being ina coma for 30 days. The prognosis was poor, the neurosurgeon said he would most likely have to be institutionalised, however, whilst he will never be the same person, he has made a recovery that is nothting short of a miracle ( I am not religious). NEVER give up. He is now composing music and winning art awards; his memory is poor, but what the hell.
Beautiful photo.
I had no idea of your wife's accident and her being in the hospital!!! So sorry to hear about that but SO relieved to hear she is well!
And I did see the video featuring your son... beautiful boy and such a sweet video!
Here's wishing your wife the speediest and strongest of recoveries and hoping that you are all well during these trying times my friend!
Rabbit, rabbit, Indie! I hope things keep getting better.
Indie,
Do you like interesting artsy pictures? This is a nice site:
http://www.forbidden-places.net/explo1.php
have for ex a look at an insane hospital (click on photo gallery top right)
http://www.forbidden-places.net/urban-exploration-New-Jersey-State-Hospital-for-the-insane
Cheers
MindFul MiMi
Hope every thing is going ok !
You're not compaining, we all have some experiences how hard it can be. You do it wonderful. I'm glad to hear the good news and wish with you she was at home with her family!
Thank you for the update. We are glad to hear you Muse continues to recover.
roll the dice againts wisdom to check for secret doors.
failed
re-roll
failed
re-roll
you succeed in finding out, there are no secret doors
Normalcy and healing to you and your family.
Healing and Hope
my friend
everything is going to be fine...
Sorry to hear this - much good thoughts coming your way.
Indie, your regular readers continue to hope things are going well for you, and your family. Best wishes.
Your muse benefits from your sharpened appreciation for her partnership and love.
wishes, prayers, and sympathies wished upon your muse and you.
thinking of you and your muse and sending you beautiful well-wishes.
Dear Indy,
I am keeping you and your family in my thoughts. Hopefully, your wife will be home from the hospital soon.
Take care
Freedom!
Her dictators had always been there, invisible and yet audible in every dark corner of the great maze. At first they had taken pleasure in her suffering, sending voices to scare her. The screams, the steps of gigantic beasts had manipulated her, and the labyrinth had seemed neverending. But in time she grew tired of running away. The imminent threats and the impending dangers had felt true, but never fulfilled themselves. She now knew that her fear was their fuel, her freedom was their death. Cold and confident, she was walking right towards the screams. The walls of the maze grew shorter and the paths wider. Amidst shadows and lights the figures of her dictators were barely visible blocking the way to a gateway. Standing right in front of them, she laughed loudly echoing through the thousand paths and walked on. Their figures were set on fire as soos as she walked out of the exit and the maze collapsed.
I never answered all these comments yet - somehow I got all out of synch. Thank you everyone who sent their wishes for my wife's recovery. The last months had been difficult, but just knowing about all these good vibes you sent made things that much better. My wife is fully recovered, and seems to have no aftereffects from the accident - which is more than one could have expected. We feel very fortunate.
Cirrus Spray: Thanks for that story - you started a trend, actually - I didn't think anyone would start writing stories. I want a photogenic show, and bath! I think I will feel more creative afterwards.
Lily Strange: That was a sad story. It made me think of those visions people have during near death experiences.
Lorena: Yours was a lovely sentiment - thank you very much.
Frances: I really love what you wrote - thank you for sharing this beatiful story, that I also couldn't help identifying with.
Cooper: I made some more video clips of Lenny - he spontaneously started reading the conversations out of his English lessonbook, through a megaphone! That was funny!
Sandra: Thank you also.
Pam: It was bad going through the experience - because of not knowing what to expect. Now it really is just a dim memory, and our lives are back to normal.
Mindful Mimi: Your story touched me also, because it was so near to what my wife went through - she was really well off - resting and not under any pressure, while the rest of us were worrying and doing the best we could to get through.
Kathy: Your story was lovely too - I took the picture. Since the accident I haven't used my camera much, but maybe I will start up again.
Reflekshins: Thanks you, too for your wishes.
The OE: You are very wise and always on target.
Irene, TLP, Hobbes: Thank you all so much.
Mistery: They were actually playing music in the catacombs to go along with the dry ice / lightin - but it was mystical music. Not so very loud :-) And thanks! I love vampire stories.
Dead Letter Boy: Your story captures the mood of the place that I felt. Amazing that a photo could convey that.
Mike: Sorry, I haven't answered your interview yet, but will do that this month, definitely.
April & Deli: Thank you for the wishes.
Irene: You know my muse well. ;-)
Jay: Thank you.
Yumen: You might actually have been in Trier too. With all that was going on there, the play in the collusium, the Roman market, the mock battles, etc., it would not be surprising if the supernatural also paid a visit.
Catnapping: Thank you for your wishes, which I passed on. Sorry to hear you are having trouble.
Pam: You guessed it. Thank you for your thoughts.
Happy LOL Day: It was lovely, what you did.
L.M.Noonan: Thank you for sharing your experiences with me. I am glad to hear that you son had done so well after his accident - it's all about motivation and not giving up. Though it must not have been an easy road.
Miz Bohemia: Thank you for your encouraging words.
Ariel: I'll never get the hang of this rabbit rabbit thing. :-)
Mimi: Those were some very interesting links. Thank you for sharing them. I'll have to link to these somewhere.
Colored Clouds: Thank you.
Ming: Reminds me of all the text adventures I used to play. I loved those.
Blackangel, Livinia, Steve, Irene, Keven, Illyria, Princess Haiku: Thank you all for your thoughts and wishes.
Viruswitch: Perfect story! Thanks so much for thinking of it.
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