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Driftwood

November 23, 2021 by Nadine Gordon

She drifted on an endless tide.  Emotions lapped at her sides like waves.  Some passed her by believing her to be redundant.  Others saw her value and tried to bring her aboard.  She was very desirable, a streamline, timeless vision.  Her knotted, gnarly appearance only added to her mystic. Along with her intrigue, she held little bark. Truly, a quality piece, one that they could work with but her weight was camouflaged within her well hewn exterior and to their surprise, she was heavy.

They pulled, tugged, heaved and attempted to rope her in to no avail.

She became concerned about their strength as they struggled with her unseen weight. The weight of wisdom cannot be seen, only sensed. She felt them wavering.  It was doubtful that her ship had come in.  She knew that although they saw her value, they could not muster the power to bring her aboard. Now, they were entering into dangerous waters. A swiftly flowing current had suddenly enveloped her and was pulling her awry. Their hold on her was slipping.  Eventually, they released her and she was adrift once more.

She moved with the flow.

In the past, she had come across others like herself but they were drifters without roots.  Her roots were alive; she just needed a place to plant them. Then, there were those who’d become so water-logged on the emotional tides that they sunk to the bottom – either they’d rot there or become too petrified to move.  Still others hit turbulent water and were thrown about until they landed stranded on harsh lands devoid of nourishment; here they became dehydrated and died.  She’d tangled with some of the drifters she’d collided with, forced for a time to follow them along.  She’d learned quickly that they needed to detour on more volatile tides and removed herself from their mass exodus. She chose the gentler routes content to float alone uninhibited by others – she found this was the best way.

She sought out different currents, each exit taking her on a new adventure until finally, she beached on a shore where she felt comfortable. She emerged from her watery domain excited to traverse the rocky shores of this land.

They said this beach was ‘haunted,’ she smiled as she observed the abandoned shoreline.  She noted its perfection and felt its warmth as she stood on shaky legs. Excess water drained from her being – one can only soak up so much knowledge before they drown in it – even a sponge has limits and needs to be wrung out from time to time.   She turned to face the sun and welcomed the autumn wind on her face.  This is where she belonged.  She would flourish here. Her roots liked this ground.

She stretched her branch like arms to the sky and set out to explore the boundaries of her new home.

Others hadn’t successfully emerged here she noticed as she skirted their remnants.  Skeletal remains littered the beach like driftwood clawing at the edge of humanity. Threads of dry information clung to deadened branches. These off shoots probably a series of monotone answers to questions, posed by keeners which over-whelmed any knot-heads failing to absorb it. Gobs of stagnant propaganda hung airborne clinging any who drifted off. She took a good look at the web of information, realizing it was something she’d already absorbed.  She would prosper here.

   

She would not perish here like those before her. The land welcomed her.  She was a tree of life.

Grateful to dance ashore at the water’s edge, she swayed to the rhythm of the wind and planted her roots. She was home.

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Posted in Compositions | Tagged analogy, blog, creative, driftwood, inspiration, lifestyle, nature, strength, tree of life, wisdom | 18 Comments

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  1. on November 23, 2021 at 6:56 am Tippy Gnu

    “Dry information.” “Monotone answers.” I’m guessing you were inspired by your online course, to write this post.

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    • on November 23, 2021 at 7:02 am Nadine Gordon

      You absolutely read between the lines! Lol
      I survived to carry on though!

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      • on November 23, 2021 at 7:49 am Tippy Gnu

        Congratulations for surviving. Hopefully this gauntlet you’ve run will lead to bigger and better things.

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      • on November 23, 2021 at 7:59 am Nadine Gordon

        🤞 it definitely will!

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  2. on November 23, 2021 at 6:58 am 5thgenerationgirl

    ooh the suspense, lol! This was a great read, thanks.

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    • on November 23, 2021 at 7:03 am Nadine Gordon

      😊 I’m so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading!

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      • on November 23, 2021 at 7:20 am 5thgenerationgirl

        Lol, I couldn’t wait to get to the end to see what happened and the images complimented it beautifully!

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      • on November 23, 2021 at 7:35 am Nadine Gordon

        Awwhhh… that makes me feel very happy 😊
        Thanks so much! ❤

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  3. on November 23, 2021 at 1:50 pm Rivers Renewed

    Amazing writing! Truly beautiful.

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    • on November 23, 2021 at 2:34 pm Nadine Gordon

      Thanks so much Nico! ❤ 💙 💜 💖

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      • on November 23, 2021 at 7:41 pm Rivers Renewed

        Blessings.

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  4. on November 26, 2021 at 8:19 am Terry

    Wonderful analogy! Great read, Nadine!

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    • on November 26, 2021 at 12:16 pm Nadine Gordon

      Thank you Terry!

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  5. on November 30, 2021 at 6:26 am joyroses13

    Loved reading this, great job! ❤

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    • on November 30, 2021 at 6:27 am Nadine Gordon

      Thanks so much! I’m glad you liked it 😊

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      • on November 30, 2021 at 6:28 am joyroses13

        You are very welcome, Keep writing! Have a great day!

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      • on November 30, 2021 at 6:29 am Nadine Gordon

        You as well and Happy belated Thanksgiving!

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      • on November 30, 2021 at 6:30 am joyroses13

        Thank you! 🥰

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