The park welcomed her as she stepped onto the walking path. Even here she restrained herself. Trapped within the decorum prescribed by society, she walked a straight line, followed the normal dictates. Breathing in the scent of the wildflowers, she lost herself into the scenery and the music playing through her headphones. Her dreams started to come alive. The stories awakened as she took each step. Lost in the story she started to twirl in the embodiment of her main character, captivated by the magic. Hesitation then societies rules stepped in. She marched forward. A pair of walkers walked by and waved as they passed one another. People would not understand the free spirit, she told herself. She repressed the skip. She curtailed the dance. This was a place for walking. Then the wind swirled around her. Laughing, she embraced the dance and twirled with it.
[This was written in response to VisDare 140. Photo credit: 50 Best Black and White Photos.
So many days wasted chasing ordinary. No more. Evana folded the newspaper, the ad circled that led to this new life. At 40, did she dare change her path? Yes. She was finished with ordinary. She was through with fitting in. She wanted to chase long denied dreams. She watched the endless ocean below, composing the words in her mind. She had left everyone behind without a word.
Dear Mom, What can I say? I’m on a plane headed for the heart of Africa. My new ordinary may seem anything but to you but now I’m chasing elephant dreams on the African savanna. Think of me as you sip tea and talk about the mundane. I will certainly think of you as I explore my new ordinary. Evana
Turning the card over in her hand, she pictured herself as the woman drinking tea with the elephant. Soon it will be.
Written in response to VisDare88.
Sometimes as I trail through my world, I find myself looking wistfully towards paths less traveled. Should I exit the norm? Should I take the more treacherous router? Should I take a risk? Then I find myself introspectively thinking…why have I never done this. I am too much of a river following the path of least resistance. I do what is expected. Sometimes the dreamer wants to fly, though…like the seeds of a dandelion.