From 7829d00bfbfcdf39c2a121110eaef1222fe29f4a Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Fri, 31 May 2024 10:28:32 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/idumea/005.md | 8 +++++++- 1 file changed, 7 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/idumea/005.md b/writing/post-self/idumea/005.md index 81125126..6b675752 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/idumea/005.md +++ b/writing/post-self/idumea/005.md @@ -193,8 +193,14 @@ I nodded. "A story is a good place to start, yes. You really have made so little Ah! This was it! My friends, this was the point when I realized just what it was that made each of The Woman's smiles feel like blessings and what made it feel like she bore some power within her that I could not quite understand. It was her *stillness.* My astute readers will remember that she had a thought, some few thousand words ago: perhaps this unbecoming that her mind circled around was simply the utmost in stillness. -Now, your narrator did not know this at the time — I do not even know now that this was the thought she had that day, but I am a storyteller, and so that is part of her story — but at the time, it was a revelation. Stillness and stillness and stillness. What a dream to have! Would that I could find such, yes? Even now, I feel that the lucidity in my words is due only to my recounting of a conversation I actually had, words anchored to moments in time that I pull out one right after the other and lay in a pretty row. +Now, your narrator did not know this at the time — I do not even know now that this was the thought she had that day, but I am a storyteller, and so that is part of her story — but at the time, it was a revelation. Stillness and stillness and stillness. What a dream to have! Would that I could find such, yes? Even now, even as I write this, I feel that the lucidity in my words is due only to my recounting of a conversation I actually had, words anchored to moments in time that I pull out one right after the other and lay in a pretty row. +At the time, however, I said, "Have you found stillness in your endeavors so far? Was there stillness in active reading and active listening?" +"Not at all, no. I do not speak of physical stillness, but stillness of spirit. I shift forms, yes? I came to you as a skunk, yes? That is a physical restlessness that is evidence of an inner restlessness. My thoughts are unsettled. My feelings are unsettled. My mind is turbulent." + +"That being the reason you did not feel the joy that you wanted?" + +She nodded. "Yes. My thoughts became ordered, perhaps. That turbulence became a purposeful movement; rather than a stormy ocean, they were a river.