The Emotional Orphan

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The storyteller spoke:

“This tale found the winds held in her hands,
while below salty seas and reflective crystal waters her truths lived.
They teased the surface like a school of flying fish or a porpoise up for air.”

“This tale found him fortunate. He seemed to elicit from her that look of intimate recognition, and create a certain dancing gleam in her eyes. He had sought that all his life.”

The storyteller continued, ”and he found himself cast like a net into an unlikely, yet strangely familiar role. He became the captain of the ship, a wayfarer of the waves. Trusted. So he cut the lines after plotting the course. He prayed to Poseidon for their safety, for the journey was long, and the winds she held were turning a passionate shade of black.” Lightning could crash, thunder may clap but he would not be swayed.

“And so they sailed. Sleek sloop shimmering in the sunshine, while they danced under all the stars of the heavens at night. The sea welcomed them as it’s own.”

The storyteller winked and gave a little nod. As his tone changed, he said, “this is a yarn which could weave itself from this point, and an easy, yea, lazy one for me to tell, but it is a tale about the winds, and not dancing. It is the wind which must be stressed in the telling. The gale holds the problem and the solution, Those winds were a tempest without sound. They were sound without fury. No seagulls came directing to the dry land and safety of Love.”

“When the storm hit, they were at the mercy of the gale, blown together, then apart, and far off course.
The decks of the vessel repeatedly proven too slippery to provide the stability needed to stay the course.”

“They were trapped there in the maelstrom , between his belief in the journey, and her fear that the ship might go down taking her captain with it. She had to let go of the wind, and upon this acknowledgment her false truths came crashing through the surface to drown in the air of the light ”

“Her hands freed now, together they labored to trim the sails, steady the course by harnessing the same power that could have left them stranded or dead. In her hands the gale’s power was stifled, misguided and a worthless false treasure, but set free held the answer they needed. In the letting go, they soon found themselves, safely landed in the harbor of Love.”

“From that day, the sun shined, the gulls played in the distance, and they danced under the stars forevermore. On the beach where the big turtles live.”

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