19 December 2014

Short Story number 12

Short Story number 12: Inspired by the song «What are we gonna do» by Glen Hansard from the solo album Rhythm and Repose. 





Through the slightly smudged car windows, the sifting peculiarities of the landscape, flashed before her attentive eyes, like the picture frames of an old motion picture. As the car rapidly progressed on the road, those changes became gradually more visible and easily recognizable. Comfortably seated on the passenger’s seat, and although feeling a bit weary from the long drive, she still managed to maintain her senses on alert mode to absorb all the changes, like a curious and enthusiastic spectator.
Clearly the focus of her attention was outside. Yet, on one occasion, when she temporarily leant back on her seat, to relieve the back discomfort caused by the long seating hours, she was able to furtively observe, by the corner of her eye, her road trip companion. Against the bright light of the day, only the outline of his face could be perceived, but as someone who profoundly understood his body language, she could guess, by the way he curved his shoulders and clenched the steering wheel, that he was tense. She was sure that if she looked directly at him she would see two deeply carved wrinkles on his forehead, right between the eyebrows, shaping an odd frown, which was one of the most reliable indicators of the state of his mood.
Having confirmed her suspicions she directed again her attention to what was happening outside. This was one of the typical diverting maneuvers, that were part of a complex strategy, created and refined by her, in order to avoid or try to postpone, for as long as she could, the inevitability of having to deal with every kind of painful situations that came her way.  But no matter as bad as she wanted to ignore the tension lingering in the air, her intuition could not be so easily fooled, so she instinctively adjusted her body language to the present situation and assumed a protecting position by crossing her arms in front of her.
Ever since he got his driving license, he discovered that driving for long periods of time always had a relaxing and soothing effect upon him. So, every time he felt on the verge of being swept away by anxiety and his thoughts were dangerously becoming an incoherent mush, he would get on his car and drive without a specific destination. He considered that, there was nothing as therapeutic as being on the road, driving, with the car windows opened all the way down, just for the pleasure of feeling the wind on his face until his eyes eventually started to tear. He could not remember of a better way to pull oneself together and to restore one’s faith in life, than to indulge one’s sense of freedom by having an open road right in front of us, along with the illusory sensation of leaving everything behind.
He raised his hand to readjust the rearview mirror, but before he returned to his initial position, he noticed, by the corner of his eye, that she had crossed her arms in front of her. He knew her too well to understand that such a controlled posture, like that one, was unnatural, to someone as extroverted and straightforward as her. The only occasion, that he saw her bearing such a withdrawn behavior, was when she was feeling vulnerable and insecure.  Although her long hair was covering most of her face, not allowing him a clear observation of her face, he was certain, that if he was able to see it, she would probably have her left eyebrow slightly raised above its natural angle, forming a distinctive and perfect arch.
Ultimately, throughout the course of their relationship, they both became specialists in each other’s non-verbal language, which they carefully learned to interpret, to the point of consider it to be much more assertive and reliable, in conveying a message, than, actually, words. However, lately, most of those unspoken messages had been sending them some mixed signals and warning signs, indicating that things were not the same between them, and that the natural complicity that they used to share had been slowly eroding, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. Still, following this initial stage of trying to deny the facts by hiding behind an elaborate plan of excuses and fallacies, it was now time for them to face reality as it was and not as it should be.
He concentrated his attention on the road again. Suddenly, to her surprise, he unexpectedly broke the motionless pattern, in which he had been immersed for the last couple of hours, and opened the car windows all the way down, allowing the wind gusts play with their hair.
He looked at her surprised face and realized that she had abandoned the protective posture and uncrossed her arms. To catch her of guard was the best way to throw her a lifeline that would pull her back to him and away from the dark places that sometimes lured her.
She was now rearranging her messy hair and trying to regain her composure.
She was smiling. He was smiling.
A smile is always a good starting point for everything, she thought. 

 By Raquel R.

30 June 2014

Harmony


«Looking around him, he spotted the glorious full moon silhouette, peeking among the tree’s branches. The sight of that unique, yet familiar vision was like bumping into an old friend in a foreign city. Its discrete glow was just enough to allow him a satisfactory perception of the surroundings. Not that he needed for he was pretty sure where he was going.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11 

 «It would be better for me … that multitudes of men should disagree with me rather than that I, being one, should be out of harmony with myself.» 
                                                                                                        Socrates  

20 June 2014

Sense of wonder


«Like a sudden rush of energy in a lifeless being, that contagious and familiar sound, immediately re-established the connection with the sometimes forgotten and often neglected part of him that still preserved that childlike ability, to believe in what is considered impossible, in the light of the rational standards. 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11

«Don’t walk too far away from the child within you, and never abandon the sense of wonder that magnifies the smallest of things into mountains of joy — for one day, when you lose sight of happiness, that child within can guide you back to the things that once nourished your heart.» 
                                                                                                       Dodinsky 


       
                          Oliver Jeffers Author Film 2013 from Oliver Jeffers on Vimeo.

13 June 2014

Extraordinary thing


«He felt that his senses gradually grew sharper making him sensible to all manifestations of life that were simultaneously happening around him, even the tiniest and imperceptible ones.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11 

«How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living.» 
                                                                                          Jostein Gaarder 


6 June 2014

Silence


«The profound silence of the nocturnal hours has always been one of the factors that impressed him the most in those lone night incursions, but in order to fully benefit from that experience, he needed to empty his head from all the gibberish talk that had been overpowering his thoughts and allow this peaceful state, resulting from the absence of noise, to impregnate his mind, like a sponge gladly welcomes the liquid element which will transform its barren matter into a fertile receptacle of life.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11

«A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity. When for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. It’s as though it had all just come into existence. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.» 
                                                                             Christopher Isherwood 


Photo Raquel R.

30 May 2014

Mystery


«Every time he gazed at the night sky, with its countless celestial bodies, illuminating the profuse and deep darkness, and submitted it, to the limited scrutiny capacity of the human eye, he automatically condemned his terrestrial nature to navigate his thoughts between two compelling possibilities: whether to feel crushed under the acknowledgment of the unimaginable dimension of the universe’s infinity, or to surrender to the irresistible attraction of being sucked in to the vastness of its mysteries. It was roaming between those two possibilities that he always found a starting point from which to derive his thoughts.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11 


                                        “And I, infinitesima­l being, 
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”

Pablo Neruda 



26 May 2014

Night sky


«As always, in those occasions, he followed the standard procedure that had proved to be the most effective in appeasing those sudden peaks of lucidity, and after carefully selecting a secluded area, he engaged in the apparent prosaic action of  looking up to the night sky.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11

«I have long thought that anyone who does not regularly - or ever - gaze up and see the wonder and glory of a dark night sky filled with countless stars loses a sense of their fundamental connectedness to the universe.» 
                                                                                                Brian Greene 



       
                          Milky Way and Magellanic Clouds from Western Australia from Colin Legg on Vimeo.

16 May 2014

Safe Haven


«On those occasions, when the amount of unanswered questions, dangerously defied his ability to make sense of the direction his life was taking, every atom of his being compelled him to seek guidance beneath the night sky, where he could benefit from the reassuring cover of the darkness and consciously reduce the probability of being caught out of guard, bearing his vulnerability.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11

«By my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the sun and the moon, in the morning and the evening, compels me to solitude.» 
                                                                                 Henry David Thoreau 



       
                                                My Strange Grandfather from Dina Velikovskaya on Vimeo.

7 May 2014

Imperceptible speech


«The product of that imperceptible speech can be found everywhere, whether in the form a slightest chill in the spine or in a stubborn certainty that despite the faint odds, never fades away.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11

«And softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.»
                                                                                                                W.B.Yeats 



      
          Aurora Substorm - Real time motion from kwon, o chul on Vimeo. via The Kid Should See This

30 April 2014

Connect


«Life, itself, in its unstoppable pace, manages to efficiently disconnect every being of its ancestral roots. But, when one listens carefully we might discover, that the universe always finds its way to summon and question us.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11

«Our dreams prove that to imagine - to dream about things that have not happened - is among mankind's deepest needs.»
                                                                                                        Milan Kundera 



        
                                                           Borrowed Light from Olivia Huynh on Vimeo.

23 April 2014

Solitude and Society


«This was no news to him. Every now and then, he feels deep in his bones, an urge to re-establish the vital connection and natural sync, of the flow of his life and thoughts, with the universe’s. » 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11

«Why, she reflected, should there be this perpetual disparity between the thought and the action, between the life of solitude and the life of society, this astonishing precipice on one side of which the soul was active and in broad daylight, on the other side of which it was contemplative and dark as night?»
                                                                                                                                            Virginia Woolf 



        
                                                  ANGELFISH - Short Film from Michael Tyburski on Vimeo.

15 April 2014

Wind


«The late night breeze came in, unexpectedly, through the open window, revolving the hot and dense air. The tinkling sound of the wind-chime propagated its melody through every room in the house and that sudden stir on the quiet atmosphere propelled his energy levels to the point of felling a hint of restlessness taking over him.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 11 

«The wind must have heard your voice once. It echoes and sings like you.»
                                                                                     Henry Dumas
                                                                          


     

7 April 2014

Short Story number 11


Short Story number 11: Inspired by the song «Feeling the Pull» by The Swell Season from the album Strict Joy.




The late night breeze came in, unexpectedly, through the open window, revolving the hot and dense air. The tinkling sound of the wind-chime propagated its melody through every room in the house and that sudden stir on the quiet atmosphere propelled his energy levels to the point of felling a hint of restlessness taking over him.
This was no news to him. Every now and then, he feels deep in his bones, an urge to re-establish the vital connection and natural sync, of the flow of his life and thoughts, with the universe’s. Life, itself, in its unstoppable pace, manages to efficiently disconnect every being of its ancestral roots. But, when one listens carefully we might discover, that the universe always finds its way to summon and question us.
Being an avid interpreter of this silent language, he learned that every time he feels the need to be in close contact with the simple elements of nature, it usually means, that some answers need to find its way through the maze of the daily distractions or some questions need to be asked.
The product of that imperceptible speech can be found everywhere, whether in the form a slightest chill in the spine or in a stubborn certainty that despite the faint odds, never fades away.
On those occasions, when the amount of unanswered questions, dangerously defied his ability to make sense of the direction his life was taking, every atom of his being compelled him to seek guidance beneath the night sky, where he could benefit from the reassuring cover of the darkness and consciously reduce the probability of being caught out of guard, bearing his vulnerability. The privacy of those ceremonial moments allowed him to engage in a sincere conversation with himself.
At this point, his concentration levels were at their lowest. He might as well surrender to this silent calling so he stood up and went outside.
            As always, in those occasions, he followed the standard procedure that had proved to be the most effective in appeasing those sudden peaks of lucidity, and after carefully selecting a secluded area, he engaged in the apparent prosaic action of  looking up to the night sky. Every time he gazed at the night sky, with its countless celestial bodies, illuminating the profuse and deep darkness, and submitted it, to the limited scrutiny capacity of the human eye, he automatically condemned his terrestrial nature to navigate his thoughts between two compelling possibilities: whether to feel crushed under the acknowledgment of the unimaginable dimension of the universe’s infinity, or to surrender to the irresistible attraction of being sucked in to the vastness of its mysteries. It was roaming between those two possibilities that he always found a starting point from which to derive his thoughts.
The profound silence of the nocturnal hours has always been one of the factors that impressed him the most in those lone night incursions, but in order to fully benefit from that experience, he needed to empty his head from all the gibberish talk that had been overpowering his thoughts and allow this peaceful state, resulting from the absence of noise, to impregnate his mind, like a sponge gladly welcomes the liquid element which will transform its barren matter into a fertile receptacle of life.
The night breeze, which was now stronger, messed his hair. A couple of clouds passed by, briefly concealing the stars behind their ephemeral shapes. He felt that his senses gradually grew sharper making him sensible to all manifestations of life that were simultaneously happening around him, even the tiniest and imperceptible ones.
            From where he was standing he could hear the children’s distant laughter and giggles as they played in the neighborhood streets. Like a sudden rush of energy in a lifeless being, that contagious and familiar sound, immediately re-established the connection with the sometimes forgotten and often neglected part of him that still preserved that childlike ability, to believe in what is considered impossible, in the light of the rational standards. Almost instantly, these intrusive, yet pleasing thoughts, made him redirect his energy levels, fueling his will with a renewed hope and faith in the future. 
Looking around him, he spotted the glorious full moon silhouette, peeking among the tree’s branches. The sight of that unique, yet familiar vision was like bumping into an old friend in a foreign city. Its discrete glow was just enough to allow him a satisfactory perception of the surroundings. Not that he needed for he was pretty sure where he was going.

By Raquel R.

23 March 2014

«Pathless woods and lonely shores»


«She opened her eyes to the immensity in front of her and felt small before it, yet as whole as she had ever been.»

                                                           By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10  



«There is pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar
I love not man the less, but Nature more.»

Lord Byron 



16 March 2014

Breathing


«It was time to leave. She closed her eyes and let herself be rocked by the sounds of the gentle lapping ocean waves. Her breathing and heartbeat became one with that sound and magically everything seemed to make sense again.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

«It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty, the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.» 
                                                                            Sir David Attenborough 



        
                       William Trubridge - Freediver from The Avant/Garde Diaries on Vimeo. (via This is colossal)

10 March 2014

Time and tides


«Time passed by quickly. The tide was slowly rising again and the sun was setting. The sounds and smells were now more intense than ever. Behind her, the ocean mist descended upon that place transforming the coastal vegetation into a distant blur. Soon the darkness would take over the beach.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

«At the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides, and follow the sun.»
                                                                                                                 Unknown 



         
                                         The City Exposed: Earthscapes from San Francisco Chronicle on Vimeo.

4 March 2014

Awe


«Despite her hands and feet were frozen cold, she felt more alive than ever, for she welcomed and honored all these ocean’s offerings with her ability to awe, when at their presence, and to cherish them like small treasures.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10
  
«I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. 
That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, 
and my blood is part of the sea. 
There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.» 
                                                                                          D. H. Lawrence 



                                                                                   Via SwissMiss      

20 February 2014

«Made by the Sea»


«As always, when she was there, she lost track of time. Every step she took revealed her something new.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

«If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.»
                                                                                                   Vincent Van Gogh 



         
                Judith Rowe - Made by the Sea from Alun Callender on Vimeo. via The kid Should See This

13 February 2014

«True wealth»


«Oddly, it was the ephemeral aspect of that reality that made that moment even more significant and the only way to eternalize it was to fully embrace it and live it. She knew that the present moment is the sole guardian and holder of life’s essence and those blind to that fact or reluctant to accept it, would never fully experience it.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

«True wealth is the ability to fully experience life.»
                                                                                           Henry David Thoreau 



         
                          Fiji Vignette 3/3 from Taj Burrow on Vimeo. via The Kid Should See This

7 February 2014

You are here


«At a distance, a flock of seagulls errantly circled in the air and its occasional squawking calls indicated that she was not the only one out there.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

«That you are here - that life exists and identify, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.»
                                                                                                          Walt Whitman  



                                                                 Photo Raquel R.

2 February 2014

Primal feelings


«As she stepped out of the car, she immediately breathed in the distinct humid and cool ocean’s breeze, the perfect carrier of one of the most irreplaceable and unique odors, commonly referred to as the ocean’s smell. Although she had seen many oceans and seas throughout the world, only in this specific location, was that smell so perfect and evocative of the primal feelings that we all hold inside.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

« Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.»
                                                                                                               John Keats 



          
                                   Variables with Kimi Werner from Patagonia on Vimeo.

22 January 2014

The bliss


«She had an instant of hesitation before opening the car’s door, so that she could linger, for a few more seconds, in the final frontier, where wishes are just about to be fulfilled and therefore prolong the bliss of positive expectations.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10 

 «To be alive is a fine thing. It is the finest thing in the world though hazardous. It is a unique thing. It happens once in a lifetime. To be alive, to know consciously that you are alive and to relish that knowledge – this is a kind of magic. Or it may be a kind of madness, exhilarating but harmless.»
                                                                                                             Edna Ferber 



     
                             Josey Builds a Bakery! from Najeeb Tarazi on Vimeo(here)

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