Weaving Gold

Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

I’m the one?

on September 3, 2015

Having fun with Menna van Praag‘s Sentence Game. Today’s sentence: 

“Mrs Whitaker found the Holy Grail; it was under a fur coat in her closet.” Smoke & Mirrors, Neil Gaiman

Mrs. Witaker found the Holy Grail; it was under a fur coat in her closet. She had not known she was looking for it, had never thought about the cup of myth and legend, had not known she needed it. But, oh! She recognized it immediately, knew exactly what it was, and remembered, in an intense, dramatic whoosh, why she needed it. It was personal and global. Planet Earth needed the Holy Grail at this moment. And she was the one who was worthy and capable to wield it.

Her body trembled, resonated to a note struck somewhere in the cosmos. She felt herself coming alive, growing, glowing.Now is the time. Recall your powers. Embody your essence.

She felt the words. Ha! — Mrs. Whitaker leaped and grinned. She had long sensed that she was much more than a librarian. She had the skills to tap into and harvest the wisdom of the ages.

Speak, Wise One...

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