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Roosters Crowing And Train Whistle Blowing

–A Time of Solitude: Part Two

The darkness was deep like ink on a blank canvas.  It was hard to breathe the weight of the darkness pushing me down deeper and deeper.  I wanted to call out, but I had no words, no voice, just silence.  It was a place so dark that sounds could not live there.  My fear was without boundaries, and I wonder was this death, a place where the light could not reach.

I could feel a trembling slightly at first, then stronger and stronger cracking the edges of the darkness.  The rumbling was unbearable and frightening, and yet I could not find my voice.  As if far away I could see a light and a sound getting louder and louder.  I finally sat up in bed seeing the light out of the window, and then I hear the train whistle blowing as it rumbled past the old cabin, shaking the rafters and windows.  Then a familiar sound came across from the barn.  The Rooster was crowing, the darkness was gone, and it was a new day.

I got up slowly and headed into the sitting room where a potbellied stove was warm and a big pot of coffee waiting for me.  I grabbed the largest mug I could find and poured the hot fresh coffee.  Henry had left me a note saying the place was mine for two weeks.  He felt that solitude would help me heal and the farm work would make me stronger.  My survival was now in my hands, a time to heal and find the person I was before I went on the road playing music.

The note had a list starting with feeding the chickens, bringing in the eggs, putting hay and grain in the barn for the animals, chop wood for the potbelly, and wood stove so I could eat and keep it from freezing.  It would be a long two weeks before I would see anyone.  He left a leather journal for me to write my story and a guitar to soothe my soul.

I looked out over the fields and saw the sunrise breaking the tree line.  It truly was a new day, a new beginning with boundless possibilities.

Coming soon Part Three: The Healing

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Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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