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Today's Prompt:
The Perfect Retreat
Regina's 15 minutes
A storm rages. Rain slashing at my cheeks. Shards of ice nipping at my nose. I pull my cloak tighter around my ribs and lean against the buffering wind. I push forward beneath my feet, stepping stones cut into the creeping thyme blanket that curled towards and over the edges of the cliff. I knew I had the right way, even if every cell in my being was screaming for me to turn around. Every step forward I was pushed half back, but I kept creeping forward, pushing into the storm, into the darkness, towards the very edge of the cliff. Nothing stood between me and the pounding rain, the raging storm but I knew it was there. I knew it. Even with every stab of ice, every slice of rain, every gust of wind shoving against me, I knew I was heading in the right direction. I was moving forward. Despite everything, I was making progress. The harder I fought, the harder the wind pushed until I stopped and took a breath and trusted that the easy way was so much easier. I trusted the storm. I trusted the wind, I trusted the ice and the rain. I trusted the jagged cliff and the raging sea and deadly rocks bellow. I trusted it all, and I stopped fighting, I surrendered and I gave in. I rocked back on my heels and let the wind take me. I settled back on my heels, a little off center, a little wobbly as the truth of this new ease settled against me. I shuddered and shook on the edge of falling over, but faster and easier than I would have thought possible, I settled into the new knowing, the new balance, the new ease. By giving in, by easing back, by buffeting nothing and letting the storm settle around me, paying it no mind, I was set on my feet. I opened my eyes to the most stunning spring day. Perfectly warm, the slightest breeze in the air. Bursts and gusts of wind that brings delicious loin tingling smells. I am completely free here. I am without expectations, or bonds. I exist as a spirit of light and love and intention, and here on the path to self adoration, self acceptance, self reverence, self appreciation, self belonging, self confidence, authentic self there is only promise here, only space, only time, only infinite energy and capacity for everything I’ve ever wanted. I turn back to look over the very point of the cliff that fell away like a sliver of moon to the caves and jagged shore beneath. One cave is so big it has a portal to nature anywhere in the universe. Others have doorways to dates and times, dreams and healings, there is also a crystal bathtub in a crystal bathroom next to a cedar sauna with a cold plunge full European spa, and ultimate self care rituals. There is a patio door that takes you to any indoor or outdoor space in space and time, and live out any thought dream of fantasy at any speed and for any purpose – to tell the future, to advance my skills, to bring in guidance from source, to connect directly to the almighty and become one with all of my energy and guidance. To see the path laid clearly in front of me, and know without question when I am connected directly to source. Before me, the air shimmered and tensed growing taught and thick before growing into the most perfect tiny house with a thatched roof, in a hexagonal shape, with huge windows, white stucco and black beams and a round front door, painted bright cherry red. The door looks old and so heavy, but the bolt turns like butter in my hand. There is a peeping circle in the door and I look through before I push open the door. I see a large hexagonal room of wood and rich plasters, that redecorates as I think of it, from Viking to Miami beach – if even to know I hate it – I want to experience it – experience all of it without caring what anyone else thinks. I want to go and have experiences – even if they are just in my head.
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Snow White and the Wicked Curse: Chapter 1
Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2
Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3
The final chapter, Snow White and the Poisoned Apple.
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Snow White and the Wicked Queen: Chapter 1
Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2
Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3
Snow White and the Poisoned Apple: The Final Chapter
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