HAVE
YOU EVER?
by John
(aka. Oaky Wood)©2005
Have you ever had one of those
weird days, you know, the ones where unexplained things just seem to
happen for absolutely no apparent reason?
Well today I had, one of
those days. It’s December 14th 2005 and I awoke unrepentantly
early at 6 am. I felt uneasy this cold December morning, yet I had the
compelling urge to write. I had no idea what I was going to put on the
fresh white word document before me. The winter sun had not even risen
yet, and the ground frost hugged the fences outside coating everything in
its downy presence. Coffee first, I thought; I’m never any good in the
morning, without my first mug of steaming hot coffee and a cigarette. A
few coughs and splutters later I was back at my computer desk hands on my
keyboard, with my one faithful typing digit at the ready, I began to type.
I wasn’t really aware
of what I was typing; the words just flowed onto my page with such ease
like water from a mountain stream. My mind was a complete blank, yet the
words simply continued to flow as if some magical force was guiding me
onwards. My finger worked feverishly being guided by this unknown entity,
that had briefly taken control of my thought waves. The words continued to
be added one by one to my pages. I stopped for a brief moment and
reflected on what was there before me.
It was “My
Mother’s Story”, I read through my work thus far, and
couldn’t believe the beauty of this story as it began to unfold. Had I
really done this, yes I knew these details from my mother, but to actually
string them all together in any written form like this was I thought
beyond my capabilities. Yet there it certainly was. I decided at this
point to have my second mug of coffee, hot and sweet I think, to help with
the sheer shock of my achievement.
The cigarette smoke
drifted from my ashtray as the tobacco continued its burning, long after I
thought that I’d extinguished it, sending plumes of grey swirls past my
monitor and desk lamp. Patterns forming in the light beams as I sat
entranced for a few distracted moments. How can these beautiful swirls of
drifting smoke come from something so potentially harmful as a cigarette?
Back to my work, I continued to type adding to the previously written
paragraphs until it was, I thought complete. I sat back exhausted, yet so
full of euphoria, the light-headedness making me dizzy, as the room began
to spin. I was feeling strange as though something was leaving my body, as
though some inner part of me was on a different plain looking back at
myself slumped in my own office chair. Somewhere out there in some distant
parallel universe was another me, probably a successful writer and for one
brief moment in time, our worlds collided and we became one, sharing each
other’s inner feelings. This other me wrote “My
Mother’s Story” with such skill I can only stand in awe, and
admire my others work.
The moment passed, my
senses returned and normality, whatever that is, came back to me. I read
“My Mothers Story” again
and again, tears flowing, the salty river unending, eyes blurry, trying to
focus this was so moving, I really couldn’t believe it was I, who had
strung these words together, I was so proud of what I’d written.
The afternoon passed
without another thought of my writing. Feeling weary I went for a sleep. I
glanced at my watch; it was 4 pm, closed my eyes and drifted slowly into
my slumber. I dreamt of many things, whilst in my dream state, and visited
a thousand unknown places. I met countless people I didn’t know, and
spoke in many tongues, which I did not understand. Was this really a
dream, or was I on some astral plain, visiting, like my other self had
visited me earlier. I will never know the answers to these questions and
more besides, nor do I really need to know them. It was certainly and
unusual dream.
I awoke glanced at my
watch, it was 6 o’clock, but for some strange reason I actually thought
it was 6 am and that I’d slept right through the night, I panicked,
disorientated, wandering where those hours had gone. Feeling quite
emotional I made coffee and reflected on what I thought was yesterday’s
events. It wasn’t until my son returned from college at 7 pm that I was
brought back into my real time frame. Still quite confused, my mind
spinning in every direction trying to make sense of everything, this
certainly was one of those weird and unexplainable days.
By
John
(aka Oaky Wood)Ó2005
http://thecorner4women.com
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