Fiction Fridays!
Oct. 9th, 2009 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
j_v_lynchGentle Readers,
As I posted the other day, I want to do more writing so for starters I've declared Fiction Fridays (to compliment Mr. Robinson's Food Fridays (Dinner and a Show!)). I don't remember what it was, but I started thinking about navigation and remembered a book called "Down the long hill of the Sea". I'm going to expand this, but I'm going to need to do a lot more research and reread that book. Anyone have any recommendations on polynesian culture? I know I've got the voice pretty wrong, but I wanted to get the idea down before I forget.
"You are right child, the lights do not flicker like in the storybooks. That is only for those who live with the weight of the world at the bottom of the hill. But yes, we still get the flickering shadows from the light reflecting off of the Water. The exhaust of the flames holds it in place but it still ripples.
"Watch, we can change the ripples. I touch it here and the ripples change there. There's a method to it. We learn to predict how the patterns change; how the waves change. Then you learn to look a the waves and find the interference. There are other patterns to if you watch and these patterns show us where we are and how to go where we want to be.
"Once we used this skill on the sea but then we lost our balance and lost our islands. Too much sea, not enough land. Some, like my brother and his wife, chose higher land, further from the sea. They watch smaller patterns now, migrations to and from the city each day. The rest of us, like your grandmother and me took the gift and moved to these islands of steel, looking at the waves in the sky instead of the sea. Instead of the shorter patterns of the land, the patterns of the sky are even longer.
"Now we've found a new pattern. We've learned the way to go out and still find our way home. Do you feel that? That's the new sails unfurling. Hold my hand please child. Let's watch as we sail down the long hill of the sky."
As I posted the other day, I want to do more writing so for starters I've declared Fiction Fridays (to compliment Mr. Robinson's Food Fridays (Dinner and a Show!)). I don't remember what it was, but I started thinking about navigation and remembered a book called "Down the long hill of the Sea". I'm going to expand this, but I'm going to need to do a lot more research and reread that book. Anyone have any recommendations on polynesian culture? I know I've got the voice pretty wrong, but I wanted to get the idea down before I forget.
"You are right child, the lights do not flicker like in the storybooks. That is only for those who live with the weight of the world at the bottom of the hill. But yes, we still get the flickering shadows from the light reflecting off of the Water. The exhaust of the flames holds it in place but it still ripples.
"Watch, we can change the ripples. I touch it here and the ripples change there. There's a method to it. We learn to predict how the patterns change; how the waves change. Then you learn to look a the waves and find the interference. There are other patterns to if you watch and these patterns show us where we are and how to go where we want to be.
"Once we used this skill on the sea but then we lost our balance and lost our islands. Too much sea, not enough land. Some, like my brother and his wife, chose higher land, further from the sea. They watch smaller patterns now, migrations to and from the city each day. The rest of us, like your grandmother and me took the gift and moved to these islands of steel, looking at the waves in the sky instead of the sea. Instead of the shorter patterns of the land, the patterns of the sky are even longer.
"Now we've found a new pattern. We've learned the way to go out and still find our way home. Do you feel that? That's the new sails unfurling. Hold my hand please child. Let's watch as we sail down the long hill of the sky."
