Fae Frazier Price is the mother of three children. She is a stay-at-home mom and avid writer. She c Fae Frazier is the mother of 3 children.
31/01/2018
Adventure Journal:
It was a dark, cold night, and all she had was a bucket. She carried her bucket proudly, and without fear or reservation. She passed many other people along her way, and they had to carry their burdens...without buckets. So she grew ever more grateful of her bucket as she passed them by.
She carried the bucket all night, instead of sleeping. Of course she was tired, she was always tired. That was nothing new. And of course she could just set down her bucket and go to sleep. It would be there in the morning. Or even better...it wouldn't. She could also just set down her bucket and run up the hill, joyous and free! But what would she be without her bucket? What if she just floated away into the sky without it? Or even worse, what if she made a mistake?
No, her bucket was her, and she was her bucket. So onward she walked, not dragging her bucket or complaining. In fact, she had even grown proud of her bucket and the direction, purpose, and surety it gave her in life. Until she saw her.
The girl couldn't have been older than maybe 4 years old, the way she was carrying on and flitting about. But somehow she was actually a grown woman. Her giggles and snorts of laughter smacked against our heroine like clubs, and her incessant prancing and spinning make her feel like vomiting. Oh well, if she did at least she had a bucket.
She wanted to shout at the girl, lecture her, put her in a cage. Anything to just make her stop and come to her senses! Life was too short to chortle and whirl. This was serious business, and you need to act like it! Who do you think you are...free?
As the thoughts undulated and coagulated in her mind, she noticed that her arm was feeling quite tingly and numb. In fact, it hurt quite a lot. The bucket and all of it's contents felt like it was going to separate her arm from it's socket. Ouch! And without really making the decision, at least she didn't think she had, she reared her arm back and hurled the bucket out as far as she could.
It traced an arc up, and then down, like a rainbow she thought. When was the last time she had even noticed a rainbow...years? She watched with detachment mingled with unbridled excitement as the bucket continued to descend, falling parallel on the diagonal with the hill she was still climbing. Gravity pulled and pulled it, until it was lost from her sight completely'
Uncertain what to do without it, fabulously and completely unsure what to do next, she didn't even try to use her tricky brain to decipher it. Instead, she just turned on the spot, and ran to join the errant girl in the canyon. Imagine how she could dance now, without having to twirl the heavy bucket around too.
