Three Tiny and Vast Stories
Capturing precious moments of encounter with other worlds
Greetings,
I am on a wilderness expedition as you are reading this, offline. So, in case I would hear from you would have the pleasure of responding after March 9th.
I am with some flash writing for you today. Three tiny and at the same time vast stories.
I became aware of flash as a genre a couple months ago here on Substack that I found so perfect for capturing precious moments of encounter with other worlds.
Ten words might penetrate me deeper than a long elaborate story I realized. Which meant time, structure and my self consciousness about writing didn’t have to be a constraint any longer.
The stories are glimpses of moments of connection to other worlds that I cherish. The world is speaking to us, so all it takes to become present to that is to deeply listen.
By capturing those fleeting moments in writing we deepen the pathways of seeing the other worlds and connection and being in communication with them. What a blessing.
Messenger
A great tit is traveling on foot
From the lilac bushes, a couple meters from my glass door
On to the ground, the garden bench and up on the table
Standing bewildered under a seemingly eternal snow cover.
The tit’s message is unmistakable.
“Are you aware, it’s refill time?”
The walnut halves I’ve converted into feeders,
Yes, I did have a feeling they were empty.
“I’ll be on it shortly, my friend.
Everything else can wait.”
Seen
There she was
In the ocean of concrete,
A fox, nimble and cheeky
Just sitting there
Inviting my gaze
With arresting poise.
A pallet of warm autumn hues
Arming herself with her airy lush white-tipped tail.
Unrequited, the wind was kissing the gray slab.
“You know me, don’t you?”
She didn’t deny.
Feral
Thud-thud-hnfff
I startle like a deer
Out of daydreaming
In the white, cold, quiet of my sit spot.
Only meters to my left,
A family of wild boar
Stare, equally startled by the encounter.
A moment lasting minutes.
Our bodies and breath
As if suspended at the edge of a precipice.
With thrusting energy, the boar charge across the path.
Krrk—Krak
Plowing through iced, marshy undergrowth.
In the habitual distance now, we both sigh.
Our worlds collided.
And bounced back apart.
Thank you for being here.
From my unique perceptual world to yours,
Yulya
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