Prompt #1: Salt water
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ambitious_wenchYesterday, I recieved an invitation to join LJ Community The Tender Muse. I was rather surprised by this, and the only think I can think of that prompted the invitation is that I have NaNoWriMo listed as one of my interests.
Prompt #1: Salt Water
"It's full moon tonight", she said. "Let's go to the ocean and sit in the water."
She was a like-minded sister in a patriarchal world of uniforms and duty. We were in the Navy, stationed in Hawaii. And we were both Pagans in a Christian (sic) community.
The waters of Hawaii are warm, and beaches tend to be of bleached coral sands. Salt water washed over small coves along the Eva shore, and we pulled off the road into darkness. The moon had not yet cleared the mountains behind us. We waited until her light flooded the path, and then we descended to the strand.
Nights in Hawaii are warm, and neither of us being skin shy, we removed our clothes and walked into the water, the saline lapping at our ankles and then knees.
We sat, the waters making our breasts bouyant. I remember how white we looked in the moonlight. We spoke little, but we laughed as the waves nudged us back and the drew us out. To the north was a large set of boulders, perhaps volcanic.
The south was the coastline, and the moon sailed westward low on the horizon. The waters shimmered.
We baptized one another with hand-fulls of salt water, cleansing ourselves of the accumulated psychic contamination of the military.
Tears, sweat, or the sea. For us that night, it was the sea.
Prompt #1: Salt Water
"It's full moon tonight", she said. "Let's go to the ocean and sit in the water."
She was a like-minded sister in a patriarchal world of uniforms and duty. We were in the Navy, stationed in Hawaii. And we were both Pagans in a Christian (sic) community.
The waters of Hawaii are warm, and beaches tend to be of bleached coral sands. Salt water washed over small coves along the Eva shore, and we pulled off the road into darkness. The moon had not yet cleared the mountains behind us. We waited until her light flooded the path, and then we descended to the strand.
Nights in Hawaii are warm, and neither of us being skin shy, we removed our clothes and walked into the water, the saline lapping at our ankles and then knees.
We sat, the waters making our breasts bouyant. I remember how white we looked in the moonlight. We spoke little, but we laughed as the waves nudged us back and the drew us out. To the north was a large set of boulders, perhaps volcanic.
The south was the coastline, and the moon sailed westward low on the horizon. The waters shimmered.
We baptized one another with hand-fulls of salt water, cleansing ourselves of the accumulated psychic contamination of the military.
Tears, sweat, or the sea. For us that night, it was the sea.
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Date: 2003-12-27 07:25 am (UTC)It's a fluffy conspiracy, I tell you.
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Date: 2003-12-27 07:32 am (UTC)*noddles*
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Date: 2003-12-27 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-27 07:47 am (UTC)Edie
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Date: 2003-12-27 08:28 am (UTC)I think a lot of us are lucky to have a connection one way or another with the sea. It can be an overwhelmingly calming influence.
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