In response to Writing 101 prompt A Story in a Single Image.
Yesterday, you found inspiration in one word and used it as a springboard for a post idea. Images — including photographs and works of art — can also act as starting points for stories, essays, poems, and personal musings. For this exercise, use one of the images above as the creative spark for today’s post. You might use it as the setting for a story or poem, write about how it makes you feel, or describe a memory conjured by it.
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City at night: download
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She had fasted for two days, as was expected of her and she had spent hours praying and trying to connect with nature, but Erin was still excited and could barely contain herself. Today was the final trial in her path, the ultimate proof of her calling to serve the Goddess on the sacred isle where she retired to give birth to the God.
Erin had been raised with the priestesses, being entrusted in their care when the Gift first manifested itself when she was 5 years of age. She had spent her entire life here and she knew nothing else; she had prepared herself since she was 12 with the purpose of serving the Mother.
So when finally she entered the sacred wood, leaving behind her sisters, she felt elated more than awed, exhilarated more than anxious. She must find the heart of the wood and return with a branch of the Goddess’ sacred tree. But the heart of the forest ever changed for every year, the Goddess gave birth to her son in a different place. Only the true servant of the Mother could find their way to her heart and return to the temple without getting lost. Many unfaithful had wandered aimlessly in the woods, as they tried to violate secrets of Dana. But Erin had been raised to them. She followed her own heart, her faith where they led her.
When the creature appeared in the grey morning fog, she stood rooted in place. Awe eventually fell upon her and she gaped in shock before she fell on her knees. At first, the King of the wood, the God incarnated in a stag, did not appear to notice her. She was too insignificant, but then he turned his crowned head slowly towards her and – she could have sworn it – bowed before he approached her.
Paralysed Erin could not take her eyes away from him. He was such a magnificent and noble creature. His beautiful coat gave off a warmth that belied the chillness of the late Autumn morning. Everything in her yearned to touch the beast’s brow but she dared not. As if knowing so the stag leaned his head towards her and blew in her face through his nostril. The world shifted when she breathed it in. She could not have said how or why but Erin knew she belonged to the Father.
She followed the animal through the wood until he stopped in a copse of the Goddess’ trees. And he changed into the God, the King, Erin knew him to be. When he extended his hand, she took it without hesitating. On Samhain that year, Erin, Seer of Dana, answered the call of the gods to serve.