Melinda Coppola

twenty four may | from the inside out
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Melinda Coppola

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About My Blog

I started this blog to quiet the voices in my head and heart that have been whispering and cajoling and sometimes yelling at me to write more.

This is a space where all the parts of me—mother, poet, wife, lover of beach stones and furry creatures and frequent toe-dipper in the river of song, Yoga practitioner, and teacher and she-who-cooks and she-who-makes-art and she-who-loves-silence, where all the parts of me can come out to play.

I started this blog to keep myself engaged in dialogue with my soul. If what I write interests you, educates you, moves you, …well, that’s a beautiful bonus.

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A 2022 Story, Part 7

Melinda May 10, 2023 No Comments

A 2022 Story, Part 7

You can read part 6 here: https://www.melindacoppola.com/a-2022-story-part-6/

 

Part 7

A spark of something wonderful rose inside Little Stream as she waited for Wee Lily Pond to push her towards the banks of Big River. Hope!  There would be a way out of this soon. She could feel her friend Lily swirling, gathering strength.

“Ok, now relax,” Lily told Little. “I’m going to bump hard into your edges.”

Little Stream tried to soften. She pictured the escape plan. Lily will push. I will roll into the river bank and slosh up onto the grass. Once I find my flow, I’ll move alongside Big River and dip in to rescue Wee Lily Pond.  Little Stream could just almost see the two of them back on the safety of grassy banks!

Meanwhile, Lily Pond swished and churned. I can do this, she told herself. Her waters billowed as she pushed mightily against Little Stream, pressing her into the dirt and rocks that made up one side of the great rushing river.

“Oh!” cried Little Stream as a few drops of her waters splashed into the air and onto a boulder. “More. You need to push harder.”

Lily paused for a short rest. After a few moments, she began to imagine herself large as a mighty sea, rolling smack into and under her wee friend, lifting her up, up and over the riverbank. I can, I can, I can, chanted Lily to herself. “Here we go!” she rasped aloud to Little Stream. Pushing and pressing and agitating her little round body, she whisked her waters into a froth and slammed her weight as hard as she could into Little Stream and towards the edge of the big rushing river.

A shimmery blue-green wave lifted into the sky towards the bank of Big River, cresting with a white tip. It seemed to pause mid-air before dropping all the way backwards, smacking the two friends even deeper into the center of Big River. “Oh no!”  squeaked Little Stream. Lily Pond was silent, too tired to make a sound.

Big River surged along, pulling a very sad Little Stream and an exhausted Wee Lily Pond along with it.

To Be Continued…

 

 

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