Homage

Homage,                   D. Avery

That immobile travel trailer under the trees is a sanctuary. It stands on columns of humble cinder blocks, the destination of a pilgrim. Inside it is luxurious. There’s an abundance of books, one comfortable bed, and small altars enshrined with shells and pebbles. Yet this trailer overlooks the actual temple.
IMG_0483While the red-capped stewards drum rhythms on riddled trees, juncos sanctify the space with their spring rituals, alighting on a rounded glacial erratic before continuing their northern pilgrimage.               This omphalos stone holds all the answers for the pilgrim, but there at the center, the questions have now drifted away.

Written in response to Carrot Ranch  flash fiction prompt: April 20, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a navel story. It can include a belly-button, feature an omphalos (geological or cultural), or extend to navel-gazing (used in meditation or to describe excessive self-contemplation). Go where this oddity leads you. Also at :
https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/04/19/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-44/  

12 thoughts on “Homage

  1. I love the bird imagery of this line: “While the red-capped stewards drum rhythms on riddled trees, juncos sanctify the space with their spring rituals, alighting on a rounded glacial erratic before continuing their northern pilgrimage.” It mingles well with Native ritual. A rich response, D.!

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    • Thank you. And thank goodness I recognized my own oracle stone here this morning, because I was not initially pleased with the gift of the “navel” prompt.
      The woodpeckers keep a watch on things most always, but the juncos bless just briefly, and made my day today.
      Here’s hoping the wheels on your trailer get going round and round. (Mine are flat, but only on the bottom)

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  2. I’m glad you shared this story with us. Imagine (I guess you did) a stone that held all the answers, but the questions don’t matter, at least not in that present state of meditation.

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  3. Thank you. I am glad you found it and enjoyed it.

    I think with a pilgrimage, or any journey, the important milling and musing happens en route, so that the work is done by the time the destination is reached. Or, maybe it’s just that phenomenon where you go to get something, say across the room, and by the time you get there you have forgotten what you were after. (insert smiley face emoji here)

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