An enigma, an unsolvable mystery yet there they lie, unseen movement, taking their course. There have been many suggestions why or how.
My mind, empirical, tells me to find why but, for a moment, I pause and think more of fantasy or symbolism. They move because they are a metaphor for our lives. They have direction, seemingly random, yet they journey along their course until one day their journey ends.
The empirical mind returns.
Movement is an action of wind, ice, water and slippery clay. I take one small step along my course through life, a metaphor for their journey.
This is the prompt photo from the Saturday Centus blog.
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Jenny Matlock
July 20, 2013 at 08:19
Geez, Ross.
Where do these words come from?
You have such a powerful well of creativity inside of you!
It’s always so wonderful to see it flow out!
Ross Mannell
July 22, 2013 at 06:40
Thanks for the comment.
Words? I run a blog for students around the world (Extended Comments for Students). They’ve asked the same about my ideas and information I share. For the SC, I look at the prompt then try to see it in a different way to what I think is the expected. It’s a mind exercise. I always liked sharing stories with my young classes. 🙂