http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gaiamethod The original writings of author Gaiamethod en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151964 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An invitation to the Faery Realms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/344511/ Hatshepsut sat at her grandmother’s feet gazing up at her as she told her the story of her father’s birth. She loved these times alone with her grandmother as they happened so infrequently. The wind blew in through the open windows allowing a gentle breeze to cool the room where they sat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/333223/  The morning rose sharp and clear. It was a new day. Rosalind, tired from the past few months of campaigns and battles, was glad of the chance to rest. Since her husband’s death everything had changed. Rupert, now 22, had changed the face of the country. His rule had not been as his fat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/331841/  “Glory be,” he screamed at the top of his voice. “Glory be.” He stood on the battlements, his arms flung into the air. The wind whipped about him, his hair blown about in the gusts which grew all around him. The clouds were wild and grey and the rain slew into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/331813/ A story set in Corfe castle in the 12th Century when Corfe was an important royal centre. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/331810/  With Mythical eyes I stand and watchThe aeons unfold all around me.Knights and tales of yore,Fairies and elves on eagles wings,Light soaring and roaring through the trees. Time stands still as I watch and weave,The light filaments of storiesInto a landscape devoid of lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/331764/ Your new journey begins.Let it take you where it will.Through rocky valleysAnd silver shores,And moonlit nights on the hills.Through sandy covesAnd bottomless pits.Let it take you where it will. Life is an unending series of events,Destined to push you to grow.Let the wind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/328943/  A deep echo,A loud noiseresounds within my soul.It echoes down the corridors of Time.Reminding me of my origins.In Time I fly,trying to recreatethe echoes of the past.The echoes that remind meof whom I have beenand who I might become. The wind now howlsthrough .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/327501/ A young girl's life is torn apart by the murder of her mother.unfinished. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/320915/  She turned slowly, fearfullyAnd I held my breath.How would she react to this interloper,This witness to her pain.I stood stillAllowing her energy to wash over me,inspecting me.I dared not breathe.Could she feel my fear?Would she recognise my pain?The pain I hide?Her tea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/318806/  The man stood, watching, as his helpless son struggled to save himself.“Come on Thomas” he yelled, as loudly as he could, willing him to pull himself up and get to safety.Jack had never meant for this to happen. He had taken his son into the desert to show him how to be a man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/317966/  Imhotep stood and waited in the darkness of the doorway. The lights inside silhouetting him so that he seemed but a shadow. He knew that the princess would not be happy but he had had no choice. Her father had summoned her and that was all she needed to know. He tapped his foot impatien.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/317636/ Part two Twilight! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/317634/ First draft. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/317000/  Would you follow meIf I showed you the way?Would you walk in the dark woods,And along muddy, lonely tracks?Would you decide, on being shown the pathThat it was too hard,Too toughToo long?Or would you grit your teethAnd decide to trust me,Knowing that it would not be easy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/316185/  Wild strawberries growing by the wayside.Precious, luscious little berries of  sweet juice.I pick one tenderly.A tiny little berry.And place it in my mouth.It bursts it sweetness with an explosion of life.It fills my senses with the sweet taste of nature’s gifts.How .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/316183/  The line of kings stretched upwards into the sky. Each gold-crowned man, head bowed, moved ever onwards, slowly and solemnly aware that there was no more that could be done for the land of Ireland. They moved fatefully, their time on earth finished, along an enclosed staircase, the only part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/315492/  Waiting for a winter’s day.With the soft snow fallingand the whisper of a breeze,the snow flakes gently move through the air.Everything is quiet, soft and yet still.There is no movement for it is night andDay has yet to arrive. Then will the sun shine and the snow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/315464/  A whisper,A thoughtAn ember that still burnsDeep in the heart,In the bowels of the Earth.Your body sings its releaseAnd yetYour thoughts feel trapped in its flames.It must burn itself out in order to renew itself.Then it will burn with a new passion,A new life,A new for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/315450/ Short but sweet! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/312075/ My desire to continue my work triggered this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/311577/ It's taken me a couple of years to understand what this poem means!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/309118/ Reposted from when we lost everything!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/309112/ Another channelled piece of prose. Make of it what you will! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/304924/ This is some channelling I received which I hope some find useful. I channel a lot and most of my writing comes through in different forms. If I 'try' and write it just doesn't happen. Let me know what you think and feel....... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/301355/ Pigtails.Long and curly and pink.A corkscrew,Alive and trembling.What does it do,This dangling, curly, pig tail?Does it dance?Does it paint?Does it speak?No. It just is.A pig’s tail.Nothing more, nothing less.It does not expect anything of itself.It just hangs there,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/289635/  Today I am a tomato.Round, red and ripe,Plump with sweet juice.Filled with the seeds of the future.Seeds that will,In time,Sprout and grow,Becoming strong,Healthy plants.Plants that will,Eventually,Grow tiny green jewels,Emerging from a leafy crown,And then become,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/289632/ Sitting in the sun, mid-October, I see myself as a sea-queen.I am Neptuna, Poseidia.Queen of the Sea,Powerful, expansive and real. Today I am an exotic dancer,Alive.I feel the passion and movement in my body,The powerful freedom of life. Today I am a mother.Ful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/289630/ He strode confidently through the tall grass. It was the height of summer and the grasses now reached to above his knees. He loved it when it was like this. The sun shone brightly and he had to shield his eyes from it with his hand in order to see across the plain. It was his first day of training a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/281422/  As he set sail he bade his companions farewell. He was very much aware that this view of them would be his last. He felt the pain in his heart but he knew that he was at last ready to leave them. He had accomplished all that he had set out to do and now the stars were guiding him on a new jo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/281421/ A story about two boys in the Iron Age and how each finds his true path. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/281419/ This chapter is unfinished. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/276893/ The cello sat in the corner of the attic, dusty and forgotten. She had been there for years, abandoned by the boy who had had such good times with her. The boy had grown up and become a business man, following in his parents footsteps, and so had more important things to think about. He didn’t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/276892/ The story of a girl and her magical Cello. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/276891/ Tonight the sky seems brighter than before.Yesterday the clouds obscured the sun.Tonight a pale moon risesand shines her snowy mantle,translucent against the edges of the trees,its brightness lights up the dark,the dark inside. Today the sun marches across the sky.The clouds, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/276889/ Story about an elf who refuses to give up on a fairy Queen who has been put to sleep due to man's abuse of nature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/276885/  Like a potato.Clean on the inside,Dirty on the outside.Is this how we express ourselves?Expressing the dirt for all to see?How would it be if we expressed our ‘cleanness’?Our inner joys and pleasures?Our inner most thought and feelings?What would people think of u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/266939/ a woman's journey of healing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/266936/ How fears can dominate and distort our thinking, but love and connection heal us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/223471/ She gazed out of the window, the stone, wall-lined, fields creating a checkerboard on the island landscape. Huge sheets of flat limestone filled the fields closest to  the shore. Green fields of grass filled in the gaps."However did they do that?" she asked herself aloud. "How .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/203616/ Inspired by the Taliban and their love for women!!!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/201187/ And he rose above them, dark and sombre and brooding. His face, like fire, glowered at the throng in front of him.“Why?” he raged at them. “Why does God allow you to remain here when you are unworthy of him?” The congregation sat in stunned silence. What had gotten in to hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gaiamethod/201182/