The place of the

The Watching Spirits

2/19/2017

Tall. Silent. Formidable. Welcoming only those true of heart. In search of guidance, not all who make the journey pass the test. Their search not always clear. Their direction muddied.

Yet, they come knowing they are watched over. They’re not alone. They will be given the chance, only once, to reach the desired result of the challenge. They must be focused. Ready for the trial. Ready for the blistering, mind altering vision.

It is here the young men came. Following the path to the towering rocks. To the place of the watching spirits. And so began their vision quest.

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - February 16, 2017 - write a story that includes a watcher.

Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."

6 Comments

Charli Mills

2/19/2017 11:39:15 am

Your flash has that essence of journey internally and externally. Love the photo, too!

Ann Edall-Robson link

2/20/2017 09:35:56 pm

Thanks Charli.

Irene Waters link

2/19/2017 06:52:14 pm

With some of the stunning rock formations I can well understand that they could be seen as watchers, silent sentinels. It must have been an eerie feeling passing through them in those early days where the Native Americans were quite comfortable.

Ann Edall-Robson link

2/20/2017 09:44:15 pm

Places like this were (are) sacred ground used in various cultures for a young man's Vision Quest. Each culture has their own ceremonies that evolve around the right of passage of the young man. It was not a place where settlers were welcome. There is much to read and learn about this tradition.

Sharon

2/22/2017 06:25:36 pm

Ideal setting for a vision quest. Man versus yet guided by nature, challenged in turn by his own nature.

Ann Edall-Robson link

2/23/2017 07:15:14 am

So true.

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