These are the prompts for this week from http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.mx/
THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Hello, Baihua Mountain" by Bei Dao: guitar, patches, sign, valley, sunlight, slits, tale, distant, waterfall, drifted, hand, abyssThank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my words:
Down in the Valley
He played the guitar like she made quilts... patches of sound would surface and she would become attached to them.
The rhythm or melody bits drifted into her hearing as she read or stitched or daydreamed.
While her hands made art from sewing patches of fabric or beads, her mind would travel to distant memories of hearing that song before.
Funny thing about the senses.
A tiny bit of a scent, or a sound will transport you to another time and place, and you can feel the memory.
Sometimes it's like looking through gauze curtains, but sometimes it's instant and strong, like you are there again. Details stand out as if outlined by sunlight, as if watching a movie, as if the last 20 years had not happened.
At those times she wondered had they happened to her, all these events? How could so many events occur to one person, and how could one person hold so much in one lifetime?
Oh, play "Down in the Valley", she thought... a melody that haunted her from childhood trips to the gentle mountains of Appalachia. A song that took her soul to a soft place of looking down into a valley from a wooden porch, at a time when her poet's soul was but a child longing for the events to start.
has there been a song in your life that transported you to another time?