He felt caged, unable to escape the vagaries of life. A world
without comparison was taking a toll on him. As the weather was unsettled, so
was he. Being a lineman himself, he remembered in an eidetic manner the death
of his father, who died abruptly from a lightening bolt during a bad storm,
tending the power lines in Atlanta, Ga. He wasn’t being careless, but accidents
happen. For when it is time for us to go, hold on tightly to the paddles. The
boat has arrived.
Here he is alone, needing some comfort, beholden to those
ornery memories of the past. His wife suggested a zip lining trip to Banning
Mills, claiming that zip lines represent our journeys through life from point A
to point Z. Being herself a purveyor of hope, with a twinkle of mirth, he
agreed to go with her, hoping it will all take his mind off the concentric
rings of depression. While the loss symptoms were on his face, nary a sedentary
passenger of brokenness took seat.
They packed their bags, and on they headed for a weekend
getaway to Banning Mills. They stayed in a lofty tree house, fully furnished,
surrounded by lush foliage all around. Next morning, they paid the fees for
zip lining, him wanting to go first before his wife. Harnessed up to the
challenge, he hooked his courage up on steel cables and, down he went from the
tree canopy, above the babbling Snake Creek gorge. Suspended in midair, high
above those waters, he raced in an increased speed, seeing trees, clouds and
even a large falcon flying along his side. His quivers of the heart echoed far
and wide.
When the adventure ended, he told his wife what he saw. After
pondering, she was joyed. Being a Native Indian herself, she shared with him
that this Falcon was the spirit of his father. All his gloom was gone. Next,
they went to visit the haunted old cotton mill, which supplied uniforms to the
confederate soldiers when the town thrived and, before it was deserted long
ago. It even had electricity to run its mills in 1887. Now, only shadowy
figures abound, left to the not so faint of heart.
I like to thank you with kindness and sincerity. You honor us in all aspects and by being on this si.. read moreI like to thank you with kindness and sincerity. You honor us in all aspects and by being on this site. Will visit you soon.
dear Sami... lovely photos of nature's flight
surrounded by trees. I imagine my first chairlift ride
at Squaw Valley Ski Resort in Northern California in 1959.
It was almost like flying to jump off at the highest peak and
slowly ski down for hours. In reality I spent the entire day
taking a Ski lesson and practicing on the Bunny slope by holding
onto a mechanical rope to the top of the hill, where I braced
my legs with bent knees to reach the bottom without falling.
We all wish we could fly... and some do fly into the welcoming
arms of the divine. truly a poem of love and vulnerability. Pat
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Wow. What a lovely story you shared that is relatable to this write. Thank you so much. I hope you c.. read moreWow. What a lovely story you shared that is relatable to this write. Thank you so much. I hope you can write it down as a small story.
i personally find in some of the deepest layers weaved within this story, is somewhat similar to the wonderous excitement, yet biting isolation (tho not the impending inevitable doom he felt);
of the story of christopher mcandles in the last two years of his life. ~ either way, brilliantly written tale! :)
what a riveting, inspiring tale...i enjoyed the subdued emotional sensitivity, and imagery.
vivid portrait your quill painted...
of peaceful symbolism the falcon brings, wrought in only so many words.
always a treat for the senses to indulge in your poetic artistry. i thank you, Dear Poet, for sharing ~ ✨
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Whoa! Let me thank you dearly for all you say and inspire. Your quill is precious and valuable too t.. read moreWhoa! Let me thank you dearly for all you say and inspire. Your quill is precious and valuable too to your fans. Good to see you after an absence.
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you’re always welcomed, Sami, i thank you for your gracious sentiments...
as it’s.. read moreyou’re always welcomed, Sami, i thank you for your gracious sentiments...
as it’s great visiting your ink again, missed reading you & my favorite writers on here...
brightest blessings ✨
You sure put a lot into so few words on this one Sami! It grabbed and made me identify with him quick as a zip line he he I could use a zip line right about now:)
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Hahaha. Thank you so much dear poet and friend. A trip to Banning Mills will entertain you and haunt.. read moreHahaha. Thank you so much dear poet and friend. A trip to Banning Mills will entertain you and haunt you. Zippy do da...
Wow sam. This is amazing as always. It was indeed a short story but i felt it so much. The lineman and the proposition of his father.
I understand stuff like that [life like that] more than id care to admit. But you captured me here.
Thank you my friend.
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Wow! Thank you for sharing and visiting. Glad you enjoyed and related. See you soon.
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See you soon...
P.s.
Im still depressed that auburn beat the tar heels this ye.. read moreSee you soon...
P.s.
Im still depressed that auburn beat the tar heels this year.
I know its my alma mater but im a tar heel through and through... basketball at least.
I really thought we had this in the bag...
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One point. I do agree. Heard but did not see. Keep your hopes up.
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I will.
Just the fact that they ripped up the court together was a lot of fun.
It was .. read moreI will.
Just the fact that they ripped up the court together was a lot of fun.
It was worth the ten years i waited for it.
A Wonderful sentimental account that steals hearts and minds of your readers Sami. The concept; that When the sorrow of losing some overwhelmes, it reaches the spirit of departed, and they find a way to comfort the sufferer is so soothing...the eternal bond that is strong and binds us all with nature is absolutely marvelous.
Whoa! So true and well said. Thank you so much Mrudula Rani for the visit and wonderful sharing. All.. read moreWhoa! So true and well said. Thank you so much Mrudula Rani for the visit and wonderful sharing. All rich blessings.
This story is truly a gift. It's the best one of yours I've read by far. I've been sketchy at the cafe due to a tough winter, & coming back I didn't see you in my newsfeed and I was inundated with other requests. So finally I connect with you for the first time in a couple months (my loss for sure). And here you are, writing like THIS! Did you takes some leaps & bounds while I was away? This is compelling, it's sensitive, it brings in my favorite symbology/spirituality from the Natives. This reads so smoothly, it's so integrated, you show a huge chunk of background, plus the present moment, all in such a short little ditty . . . I bet lots of writers do not recognize what goes into writing a short story this tight. I want to use those pictures of your quonset huts to write a story about when my mom was in the Phillipines -- looks alot like she described it to me. Thanks for this overall gift (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
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Whoa! You are a gift to us on this cafe. Your spirit of greatness permeates our souls. I was blown a.. read moreWhoa! You are a gift to us on this cafe. Your spirit of greatness permeates our souls. I was blown away by your review but humbled and encouraged to continue the journey. Million thanks and blessings. Glad you are back.