While I was contemplating what to post today, I stopped in at a few of my favorite blogs. On Monday, Julia at Drawn to the Sea posted a beautiful photo of a pink porch swing that overlooks the sea. She wrote this:
Posting in short bursts invites you to interact, to be part of the process. Today I simply offer a little vignette... & hope it speaks to you, or through you. Will you share a piece of a chapter in your story of the pink swing, in three sentences or less?
The first word of the first sentence is "She..."
I enjoyed reading the lovely responses left by her readers and decided to borrow her idea. So, dear readers, below is the photo I chose for our vignettes. Will you share your thoughts with us?
The first word of the first sentence is "She..."
Update: Julia @ Drawn to the Sea has decided to turn this into a weekly meme! I am very excited about this — as Julie puts it — it gets our creative juices flowing! Visit her current offering and those by others by clicking on the graphic below:
15 Thoughtful Comments:
She left the comfort of her little beach hut to explore the world, only to return and contemplate all she had learned.
She,spying the hammock beyond the beach hut, eagerly changed course in her race to joyously mount her surfboard in the crashing waves..
She always felt stifled in her little beach hut and left out of all that the world had to offer. Once she ventured out of her hut she realized the peacefullness, love and safety of her little hut. She longed to return but she couldn't.
SHE had long needed this vacation and had planned to only stay a week, then something miraculous happened, SHE forgot all about work, SHE rememembered what laughter and sunshine was, and SHE chose to stay forever.
She opened her eyes to see the large palm tree staring down at her, the palm leaves grabbing at her like arms grasping for life....jolt...she woke up and saw the palm leaves blowing in the wind, and realized it was all a dream...she also noted that she should cut down on the pina coladas!
She sat gazing at the sea, palm trees swaying in the soft ocean breeze, without a care in the world. This was to be her new life living on the island alone. She waits for an island native man to come along...
She had kissed her sailor good-bye only hours ago, and now found herself laying in the hammock they had shared only hours ago. She could still smell his scent and didn't dare move for fear the wind from the cool ocean breeze would carry it far, far away from her.
Ooh I love this game. Thanks for letting me add. Country hugs, Sherry
She spies the hammock & (as always happens when she sees as hammock) is rocketed back to the moment HE plopped down & flipped over (managing somehow to save his drink AND his sunglasses).
(Hey, Rhonda, thanks for the nod... I love what you wrote on mine. And in case you were wondering, the above is 100% true.)
Sunshine to you,
~Julia
As the tears of happiness and contentment flowed, she knew that she was one with earth's perfect peace.
She swung lazily in the hammock counting her blessings for this glorious, peaceful life.
As she settles for an afternoon in the hut, she reflects upon the ocean and what it teaches her about life.
She wondered how long it would take her to escape her humdrum life and take the plunge into the turquoise waters and play in the surf and sand...
She marveled at her good fortune in finding a private retreat on this deserted beach. Surely it was placed here just for her. She received the gift and the healing began.
She wondered what was around the corner. Perhaps another adventure on the sea? Sailing beyond the sunset? She can't wait for future ocean dreams to appear!
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