It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors
Every Sunday, a clutch of writers post upon their blogs, 8-sentence snippets from their Writing Works in Progress.
There is much reading, commenting, sharing and getting to know one another. Also great writing. Click on the red square with the white feather and sword to see the list of blogs and perhaps add your blog’s name and join us in the fun. If you are, like me, a person who needs deadlines and feedback, this really helps.
Gliondar remembered Saraswati’s instructions to fly to a high tree and think about her question for three days if she urgently needed the Messenger’s help.
Certainly recovering the past she had forgotten was an important enough problem to seek help from the person who held the keys to those secrets.
She flew to a forest with higher trees than those nearby and settled in a large, abandoned squirrel nest in a tree so high that with her owl’s sharp vision she could see the top of the village’s church steeple.
A long-eared owl joined her in the nest and the extra warmth felt surprisingly familiar. She hadn’t seen this kind of owl before, but she had never flown this high or far from home. A second owl, much like the first, settled in the nest. They started to hoot a two- note duet, one lower and softer than the other, always with the same amount of time between.
Their toots were breathy and deep, and familiar in the same way the warmth was, touching something deep in her core.