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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Rest (01/17/13)

TITLE: No Reason To Rush
By Michelle Knoll
01/24/13


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The morning sun peeks in the window and a balmy breeze moves the curtains ever so slightly, as I stretch and rise from blissful sleep. Pulling the covers back,

my bare feet land on the ages-old wooden floor, sensing the tiny bits of sand always resident there. I walk toward the window and peer out, feeling the radiance

of the sun. Is it low tide? High tide? Hmm. I'll have to check the tide chart.

Dressed in cotton khakis and a soft, well-worn tee, I grab my mug of tea and head outside to greet the morning. I swing open the screen door and without

thinking let it swing back with a bang! "Oops," I giggle, "hope I didn't wake any of the neighbors!" Making my way down the steps from the wooden deck, I

breathe in the balmy salt air and look at the sky. Only a few white puffy clouds are resident there; the sunrise this morning is bright and clear.

My foot lands on the last step, a round paving stone nestled in the sand, still cold to the touch. The sand is cold as well, and slightly wet from the dew. I stop for a

minute to squiggle my toes in the sand, and smile at the memories of my childhood. Walking out to the dock, my mind wanders back through all the years my

family has stayed at this old relic of a beach house. It's not the fancy modern types that are built along the beach; no, this one has wooden siding that has

withstood more hurricanes that I can count, built up on stilts to protect it from flood damage, with two screened porches - one on the water side for days that

aren't too hot and muggy, and one on the back side, shaded by live oaks and other trees. In my mind, it's a grand testimony to a former way of life that was much

slower than today's chaotic pace.

I step gingerly as I make my way across the front lawn to avoid the burrs I know are laying in wait to attack my bare feet. Sipping a bit of my hot tea and honey, I

take a few steps on the walkway to the dock, then stop to search for fiddler crabs. I catch a glimpse of a few scurrying over the sand, smiling at their quick

sideways movements.

Finally arriving at my destination, I lean against the worn railing. The tide will soon be high. I ponder the thought of a morning fishing trip, and nod to myself in

approval. But activity can wait for another few minutes, as I take in all around me. The scene is a picturesque as always: tall, green marsh grass rising from

mud flats and oyster banks, gray-green salt water wandering slowly through the channels, a beautiful blue sky with soft white puffy clouds, a gentle balmy breeze

with just enough strength to flutter my hair. I close my eyes, breathing in the salt air. This is my place of peace, where I refuel my tank, and calm my soul. This is

home away from home, separate from chores and todo lists and expectations of a world that demands more than I can give. This is where I reconnect with God,

to seek His face, to know His will, to enjoy His creation.

A great blue heron rises gracefully from his hiding place in the marsh grass, using his powerful wings to climb into the sky. Slowly, as if to say there's no rush

today, he climbs into the air and flies to another spot to look for his breakfast. I watch as he lands far away, and begins his careful watch over the water. A marsh

hen lets out a repeated squawk somewhere in the marsh grass, as if to say, "Get up! You're wasting your day!" Even my old fishing boat thumps against the

dock as it floats in the water, as if to remind me of our friendship. But I only chuckle in response. No, I'm not wasting my day. This time of repose is purposeful.

It's important. And I'm not going to miss it. It's true, the time and the tide wait for no man, but I'm not behind schedule yet. And if I miss fishing today? There will

still be tomorrow. No reason to rush here.


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CD Swanson 01/26/13
A tone of authenticity along with a wonderful message in this well written entry.

Nicely done. God bless~
Vince Martella01/28/13
I was tempted to grab my beach chair and a cold drink and finish the story in a reclining position! Wonderful word pictures; very vivid. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/29/13
I really enjoyed this. I could almost smell the salty air and hear the gulls squawking as they dart in and out. (I noticed the spacing problem, don't worry because the judges understand this happens. You may want to hit the preview button before submit and that will allow you to see the story as your reader will and make any changes)I could really relate to your MC. I think we all need those tranquil days in our lives.
Mildred Sheldon01/30/13
Oh for the tranquility of the ocean instead of the rush, rush life. I thoroughly enjoyed this. Thank you.
Virgil Youngblood 01/30/13
Thanks for stirring the memories. It's been too long since I've inhaled a salty breeze and watched the wild oats sway. Well done.
Allison Egley 01/30/13
This is good.

It took me awhile to figure out of this was prose or poetry, because of the spacing, but that really didn't detract from the entry itself.

Nice job painting a very restful scene for us!
lynn gipson 01/30/13
Spacing problems aside, this is a very interesting, well written story I enjoyed very much. Good Job.
Myrna Noyes01/30/13
My family and I camp at the ocean (Pacific) for a week every summer, so I could really relate to a lot of what you wrote! The shore is a place of both peace and power for me, and it displays God's creative handiwork so beautifully! You painted some lovely word pictures in this piece and made me long for summer at the beach! :)
Myrna Noyes01/31/13
Hearty congratulations on your E.C. win for this lovely piece! :)
CD Swanson 01/31/13
Congrats. God bless~
Bea Edwards 02/01/13
Lovely descriptiveness in this well drawn word picture. I felt the soft breeze just strong enough to ruffle my hair!
Excellent piece of work! Congratulations on you winning entry.
Alicia Renkema02/02/13
Congratulations, this piece makes me long for my very favorite of all God's creations, the sea. What wisdom is displayed in this treasure of a piece. If we don't take time to be alone with our God and marvel at His wonders then we will never be able to fully appreciate the wonder of Him. Great point and so artistically made with your lovely scenes which made me feel restful indeed!