Wild & Improbable Tales – Prayer

Dawn mist creeps up the valley, diffusing the gentle warmth of early day across the ochre earth. The Adhan dances from mountain to mountain, carrying softly, coaxingly through the still, sleepy air.

I am a stranger in this land but it calls me still. A tender hand on my brow, my shoulder, welcoming me home. I close my eyes, letting the blooming light settle on my lids, and inhale the subtle scent of spices resting all around.

A slow awakening spreads across my skin, shedding tension like autumn leaves and nurturing an early spring somewhere deep in my chest. That unearthly sound runs through me and continues on towards the heavens, where endless stars gaze down, unseen. We forget that the whole universe surrounds us, night and day – that we are a part of it and it a part of us.

I sit in stillness whilst my soul soars, breathing deep the languid air. Poetry and prayer in motion.

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Although I have included it as part of my #WildAndImprobableTales series, this particular tale is very much based on a real experience. On holiday in Morocco a few years ago, we stayed in a remote riad up in the Atlas Mountains. The call to prayer echoed up to us from the village below every day and sitting in that stunning landscape, listening to the call is one of the most profoundly spiritual experiences of my life. When I pulled the card pictured above out of the box, I was immediately reminded of those peaceful moments in the mountains and recalled them with joy. I knew I had to share it with you.

“You’re a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable,” she pleaded. “Something beautiful and full of monsters.”

Strange The Dreamer by Laini Taylor

Inspired by Erin Morgenstern’s Flax-Golden Tales, I have decided to embark on my own creative writing blog series, “Wild & Improbable Tales”, as a way to write more freely and more frequently. At least once a week, I will choose a card at random from The School Of Life‘s ‘Small Pleasures’ box and use the image and/or writing on the back to inspire a short piece of creative writing. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.

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