“Great Mother,” Kedja
said to the ocean, “behold my daughter Bakti. On her birth day, I offer thanks
and praise, and consecrate her life in the living tapestry.” She bent forward,
lowering Bakti towards the gentle waves. She paused, and Bakti squirmed with
excitement, as they waited for the next wave to roll in. She would lean down far
enough to dip Bakti’s feet in the water.
But the Great
Mother had other ideas. And perhaps a sense of humor or mischief. The next wave
was much deeper than the ones before. It surged up over Kedja’s knees,
splashing against Bakti’s back and across her face. Bakti arched her back and
cried out against the cold water. Kedja shot upright, and almost lost her grip
on her screaming child.
Kedja burst out
laughing, and Bakti stopped crying in surprise. “What a trick our Mother has played
on us!” Kedja stepped back from the waves and clutched Bakti close to warm her.
“She must love you very much, little one, to greet you so well.”
Bakti screwed up
her face in a frown, thinking about that as Kedja hurried back to their shelter
to dry and warm them both by the fire. As Kedja stumbled in the sand, Bakti
looked over her shoulder at the ocean. She reached out a hand and laughed, “Bakti
go say hello again? Bakti play with Mother?”
Kedja laughed. “That’s
my water baby,” she said, hugging Bakti close again. “Let’s go get warm and
dry, then we’ll come back down to see our Mother again.”
Bakti wrapped her
arms around Kedja’s neck and cuddled close, watching another pelican soar over
the water…
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Dogs
in House
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Houdini, Malachi
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Time
writing
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20 minutes
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March
word count
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2,680
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