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I relax when I see nature's fury. Whether it is a storm, a raging river, or a predator capturing its prey, I like to sit back and savor the experience.
Henny Penny calms me down. She makes me feel better. She has a nice raspy voice, and then she pecks me and clucks and tells me quit my worrying and go to bed. I like Henny Penny.
Dear Ms. Mira,I like to think of our Lord and Savior looking down over all of his children and blessing his little flock.Isn't that a lovely image, dear?I hope you have a very nice day today. I go to the hospital this afternoon. I read to the children in the sick ward. I like to bring them my special oatmeal raisin cookies. But they can only have one each, so they don't spoil their appetites. I must confess that sometimes I let them have two, dear, if they are having a hard day.Sincerely,Ms. Fettleston
I think I actually agree with Troubadour that storms and raging rivers are soothing. Now I'm questioning myself.But really, when I get all amped up, I heal people. Not only does it make me feel a little peace but if it's a few people in one sitting, I get exhausted. Then I sleep and everyone feels better after a nap.
Even though I don't do it anymore, I think of painting. In the club, with all the noise, and Brian up there on stage thinking he can sing like a young Mick Jagger, flirting with his "fans" as he calls them, I just paint a picture in my mind. All the darks and lights. At night in bed when I hate the smell of him, I paint a mind picture, maybe of bluebells I saw in the woods that summer near Pershore. I can always escape into a picture. Just wish I was good enough to do it for real...Mrs. Fettleston, you must be a very calming image for many people. I haven't had raisin cookies for a long time. The blokes here would laugh at you though and probably be pretty mean .
Dear Ms. Candy,Thank you, dear. I think you are a lovely young woman as well. And you paint a very good picture with words, dear.It doesn't bother me when young men laugh. They have so much energy, they can get quite rambunctious, you know. When I give them my special oatmeal raisin cookies, they calm right down. I have found it's hard to laugh with cookies in your mouth.But just one cookie, dear, so they don't spoil their appetites.Have a lovely day, Ms. Candy.Sincerely,Ms. Fettleston
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"Even in the middle of a hurricane, the bottom of the sea is calm. As the storm rages and the winds howl, the deep waters sway in gentle rhythm, a light movement of fish and plant life. Below there is no storm.~ Wayne Muller
Money. Green, rolling hills of it.
Rivulets of water as they stream down the glass pane and puddle on the white sill outside; not the dribble of dot-to-dot drops that make lazy progress down the transparent sheet but the constant stream blown sideways by the blustering breeze. Tracking the movement of mini torrents with eyes drawn to swirls and eddies in the flow. Prodding ineffectually at the glass to stop, force, change or otherwise affect the racing flood; with just about as much success as I have with every other aspect of my life these days – calm; sure.
Relax? I’m glad you people have time for stuff like that. If I take a day to relax, my crew might not have water tomorrow. I wake up, I hunt, I gamble, I fight. That’s it. This is survival, not a damn picnic.- Kumari
YOU try relaxing with a million voices in a thousand languages rattling through your head at all hours of the night. Do I look tired? Maybe it's because no one ever SHUTS UP.Okay. My brother is telling me to chill.So, to answer your question: Punk rock on an Ipod helps. Turned up really friggin loud.--Aidan
The only time I feel completely relaxed is when I am in the arms of a man. When I am alone, I am lost. -Kate
Marenya - When I need to relax I go for a walk by myself. In the snow up to the tarn (lake), or through the garden in summer with the bees buzzing in the lavender, or through the orchard in spring when all of the trees are blossoming.Faldur - I can't say I really remember what it's like to relax. I'm always tense, always watching. You never know what could happen if you let your guard down. But I guess that if I had to give an answer, I'd say sitting with Mel or Harth, smoking and drinking velasz (peach brandy) is as close as I can get.Marenya would laugh at this, but I also sometimes fall asleep in the stall with Strider. We spend so much time together, I feel closer to him than most Hanorja.
Mira, this is so much fun! I am totally loving this.Another way to waste time on the Internet. Just what I needed! LOL!
Christine, I love that you're joining in! Your posts are so much fun to read. Welcome!
When I want to relax, I think of the moment when the magical woman Lucinda first appeared to me on my journey through the forest. She took me to the oval lake beneath an opening in the canopy of trees where the Northern Lights danced like brightly colored ribbons, the stars glittered against the dark, and the full moon hung like a white china plate. She handed me a golden goblet decorated with gemstones and inscribed with the message:Drink deeply by land or sea.Earth comes only once.She told me to dip the goblet into the cool, refreshing water and drink. I saw visions and hints of my destiny that night, and the world felt like a very special place.- Wiley O’Mara, main character in The Fisherman’s Son Trilogy
The thought of freedom.When I need to relax I meditate on that morning where I woke up, free from the Institute. The cool beach air and sand against my face, the blue sky overhead and the ocean splashing against my body. -Tanessa
I feel especially relaxed when I take possession of a large scintillating diamond or other shimmering bauble in my job as Repo Girl. I also feel quite content every time I hang on the arm of some fawning politician, flashing my violet eyes in exchange for control of the political landscape. Pulling the strings of entire cities is always great fun.- Donella, Repo Girl in the short story, "Repo Girl and the Fortune Faerie", published in the Twisted Tails IV: Fantastic Flights of Fantasy anthology
I wish I could relax. The Army gave me tranquilizers, but that's not what I want. I want for my husband, U.S. Army Private Jack Walker, to be released from the military hospital...and for someone to please explain to me why my husband keeps telling me in vivid detail about fighting along the Chinese-Mongolian border, but his superiors insist he's been fighting in Ethiopia, Africa.- Wife of U.S. Army Private Jack Walker, main character in Cannon Fodder: Operation Horse Whisperer, short story published with its own book cover
I think cooking calms me. The ingredients mixing together perfectly, the noise the pans make when you pour the oil in them, the choppity chop noises vegetables make when you cut them make me happy and make me relax.Except sometimes I become too relax and I accidentally cut myself :(.
How do I relax? By throwing a dagger. Or ten. Or twenty. It's not the throwing that does the job, of course, but the constant walking to and fro between the target and my position. One can only impale the bullseye with so many blades before risking damage to the steel. Those bitty walks do more good than my brother Aleck's whiskey, though I wouldn't argue the point with him.~Colina Lindsay
Screaming Guppy -I send you respect.Faldur
Aidan,Who's your favorite band, or who are you listening to the most right now?
Christina H,and her horse, Strider, reminded me of Joker. He was a grey hunter I used to visit in his field when we went to my uncle Joe's near Pershore. I never met his owners and he seemed lonely, as i was, so we became best friends. I was ten. I loved him.However sad I felt, his sweet breath on my cheek gave me peace.I could put my arms around his neck and cry into his mane and he understood. I hated coming back to London. No one has ever been as good a friend to me as Joker. I looked forward to seeing him the next summer; but he wasn't there. Oh no, remembering him is not calming, just sad making.
Rise Against. They remind me why I put up with all this shit.
I find the only way I can truly relax is by playing my violin. I can truly immerse myself in the music and forget all the troubles in the world.~Naomi Rochester
Dear Candy,I'm very sorry to hear about Joker. I know how much you must have relied on him.I just wanted to clarify, however, that Strider isn't a horse. Most of our people aren't tall enough to ride horses. Only the Kings and sons of Kings can ride them, like Mel and Raynor. Strider is a dory, which is a kind of a creature like a pony, but also like a mountain goat. He is dark brown, with long horns that curve behind his ears and stick out front. He is very faithful, sturdy and intelligent.- Faldur(Faldur is a Ranger, and his mount is called Strider as a nod to Tolkein's famous Ranger, Aragorn. I don't think any of my test readers have picked that up yet!- Christine)
I've taken to floating in the star room that I created using the ship's external camera feeds. It's hard to have an evil thought in the world when you're just passing through an ocean of stars and planets.It's so beautiful.
Goran,I know what you mean. Everything just doesn't matter when you feel them all around you.But I don't need a ship, all I have to do is close my eyes and remember.Mummy's classical music also helps a lot.
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