Stories: Het lelijke eendje (2)

Stories: Het lelijke eendje (2)

Daar ging hij, eerst had hij nog een wee gevoel in zijn maag, hij verliet zijn moederlijk nest al had hij erg getwijfeld of ze zijn moeder was. 
Al zijn broertjes en zusjes leken van een andere vader, en hij dan van een andere moeder? 
In het begin had hij nog gestoeid en gespeeld met de broertjes en zusjes op het rommelige nest, tussen de walnootdop ,de euro, het pincet, de knijper en de afwasborstel met een haakje, 
(waar deze troep ook voor mocht dienen) maar al snel was hij zo groot en sterk geworden dat ze niet meer met hem durfde te spelen. 
Het was een goed idee dat zijn moeder het tijd vond om uit te vliegen.

Maar waarheen? 
Tijdens het zwemmen zag hij niet veel, wat eendjes, waterhoentjes en her en der een rat. 
Hij  miste nu de bedrijvigheid op het pleintje. 
Hij at wat van de waterplanten en klom de oever op omhoog, daar trof hij een landje met bloemkolen. 
Daar was niet veel te grazen. 
Hij keek in de verte en wat zag hij daar? 
Vogels zoals hij vlogen hoog door de lucht, begeleid door een fluitend geluid.
 Ze gingen heel snel en hoorden zijn “wacht op mij” niet. 
Hij keek ze na tot het stipjes aan de horizon waren.


Daarna begon het grote oefenen, slaan met de vleugels maar er gebeurde niets,
 hard zwemmen en dan slaan met de vleugels, hij werd er alleen maar nat van.
Lopen en slaan met de vleugels, hij werd dood moe en viel in slaap.
Hij had niet goed gekeken waar hij in slaap was gevallen tot er een fietser van zijn fiets stapte en voorzichtig om hem heen liep. Hij leek wel bang van hem.
Een beetje uitgerust liep hij weer terug naar het water, daar werd zijn aandacht getrokken door een over het water rennend waterhoentje, wat daarna opsteeg.
Deze variant had hij nog niet geprobeerd.
Rennen op het water en met je vleugels klappen, poging 1 mislukte, 
als snel kwamen de waterhoentjes instructies geven, maar ze bleven uit zijn buurt als hij het probeerde.
Na een aantal pogingen voelde hij hoe zijn pootjes los raakte van het water terwijl zijn vleugels leken te fluiten, onder zich zag hij de hoentjes kleiner worden, ze klapten en juichten voor hem.

“Joehoe ik vlieg” juichte hij.
Al klapwiekend vloog hij weg, zoekend naar zijn soortgenoten, op naar zijn toekomst. 

Lees hieronder het vervolg. 


Met deze blog doe ik mee aan de juni schrijfuitdaging van Hans van Gemert. 
Dit is het vervolg van: het lelijke jonge eendje van wakeupkitty. 
In deze uitdaging moeten de volgende steekwoorden voorkomen:  fiets, walnoot, haak, afwasborstel, bloemkool, plein, wasknijper, euro, pincet en vlieg.

Houd je ook van schrijfuitdagingen? Meld je vrijblijvend aan en doe mee.


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Who was I in a past life?
#reincarnation Hello! I am Edward of the Knight. I am very optimistic in character and when people at the KRO asked people to participate in the Regression Therapy program at Louis De Bie, I thought why not? But I have to admit that I didn't believe in having a past life at all. I was thinking, either do you fantasize under a session or it's a form of telepathy. You then, as a ghost somewhere in the Universe, pick up memories of someone else's life. From the Akasha storage area of the Universe maybe. Because that's what I believed in. Also that we each have a soul and we belong to a whole created by the Creator, the source of energy from which everything came into being. But now I have to admit that I am not sure what to think about it. Because the images that I received during my Regression Therapy under the direction of Dr Louis De Bie turned out to be very true. To see if it was right, what I just shook up my sleeve during the session, which lasted about an hour, we went to the area in France. To Normandy. In Tourvolle sur Arques in the countryside stands the Miromesnil castle. Under trance, I told, with great conviction, that I had worked there as a gardener in 1753. Just a little while 250 years ago! The memories that came to me were very vivid. I saw myself planting flowers, weeding among the many vegetables in the vegetable garden, cropping the grass with a scythe, etc. Life as a gardener there, I remembered, was very satisfying. I was living in a house on the right side of the castle with my wife and 2 children. A young and a girl. We all had a loving existence. With the lord of the castle, who appreciated my work, I also had a friendly contact earlier. By the way, it was a man with a good character. He occasionally gave the children some toys and they were also invited to the castle. 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The blacksmith was also a good friend of mine at the time and I was allowed to stay with him. Because of course everything happened with cart and horse back then and if you had to go on foot, it took hours before you got to Rouen from the countryside. I remembered exactly how I had to go a straight road towards Cathedral to see the blacksmith. In the century at that time, all blacksmiths lived together on the same street. They were competitors of each other. In the meantime, the street had changed its name. That's what a local historian told us. Instead of Rue Standre de la Porte aux Fevres, she is now called Rue aux Ours. I had also remembered an inside of a church. After going to see the cathedral inside, this turned out not to be the right church from which I had seen images. It was Eglise StOuen. She looked just like I described under the session. A beautiful stained stained glass Rosette above the entrance to the Church. 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