Jami Larson
Bio
I used to say my writing page was where the monster's hide. Not often have I taken a go at fiction writing.
When i was a young child, my mentor encouraged me to write. What I remember the most is:
"Write what you see."
Stories (12/0)
Reconnection To Bast
June 2, 2022 Power animal exercise: I started by visualizing the hummingbird. As I saw it flying around the rose bushes, the plants morphed in a jaguar- large black cat. I tried to keep the hummingbird, though it would not stay. The cat moved intentionally, its shoulders showing its physical strength with every step and yet it also kept itself low to the ground, moving slowly. Almost as if it was hunting. As I felt this strength run through my body, every cell seemed to light up- SPARK!! And I sit here now feeling the tingles.
By Jami Larson2 years ago in Humans
The Witch and the Hell Hound
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. There had always been stories in these woods about old witches, Bigfoot and hell-hound type dogs that roam freely with no care or concern of those of us who have come to settle here.
By Jami Larson2 years ago in Fiction
Preface to Book
Oh goodness, here we are.... I spent my life learning to open my mind to possibilities and seeing that the world was not what I was taught as a child. Exploring the possibilities in connecting with nature I found an amazing world beyond that of the generally accepted consciousness society has defined it's time by over the last many millennia.
By Jami Larson2 years ago in Motivation
Still Looking for a Title
Intro When I first sat down to write my story I had grand ideas about something like an autobiography- telling a sometimes unbelievable story as I remember it. It's been years since that idea, and what follows is the culmination of ideas, experiences and perceptions gained from keeping years of personal journals.
By Jami Larson2 years ago in Confessions
BE KIND Coconuts
While enjoying the sound of an amazing band on a beach in the Florida Keys, I was approached by a very high energy and you could tell, extremely grateful character. As he told his story, I was given wonderful pictures of music festivals, school bus travels and a quick synopsis of planting seeds. Over the next couple weeks, I got to know Robert a bit more, and decided to share the way he shares his love for all, with all of you.
By Jami Larson2 years ago in Motivation
Dance of the Forest Nymph
Ledona was exploring the forest on her weekly check. She would normally take three days to explore, going in a different direction each week from her hogan home, speaking with any creature who had a question for her and taking care of any ailments she came across. This was quite a sustainable forest, and so there was not often any distress to address.
By Jami Larson3 years ago in Fiction
Leaving Unknown
She replayed the argument in her head over and over as she drove. This had been the most confusing fourteen hours she could remember in a very long time. None of it made sense, and very possibly, that was the point. She attempted to stay very small in their situation and stay to herself as much as possible. The opportunity to plant seeds and jumpstart her goals seemed to have had her blinded to the environment. And the wait of winter must have turned into a weight. So many things she could have done differently over these past four months, and her mind kept replaying them all.
By Jami Larson3 years ago in Fiction
Little Yellow Suns
Mother’s garden was always fun to play in. Small in size, she had a way with design that made you feel like you were in the flower forests of Alice in Wonderland. Mother found her peace in the 20’x10’ frame she kept her flowers in, and I would spend hours going on grand adventures while laying on the stone pathways and talking with the flowers. This morning was like many others, and I was scratching the top of the soil between a large sage plant and a rosemary bush. They were just large enough that there was a space open in the soil in between, and I liked to see what kind of life I could find underneath them. Some days it was simply gnats and spiders, others days I would hit the jackpot and find a worm or two.
By Jami Larson3 years ago in Fiction
Connecting Uniqueness
The familiar crunch under her bare feet as she steps onto the high forest's pine covered floor. Both the feel of dry needles breaking beneath her weight and the sound hitting her ears like a comforting call of mother. The layers of years creating a comfortable, padded walkway that welcomes her visits. As she steps down the slight incline lined with rocks and young plants; the world behind her fades away and she crosses a washout ditch. A simple bridge of boards, one of many you can see as you gaze down the ditch in both directions. An old toy truck sits in the dirt below the bridge, giving hints of days when childhood filled the air. Stepping from the bridge and over the berm, she finds herself in a beautiful new world.
By Jami Larson3 years ago in Earth
A Witch's Story
Although very simple, this story came to me after a very excitingly active evening with the fae. I have attempted to record myself reading it multiple times, and between the wind in my current location, and not enough space on my device, I have decided to type it here, and will continue to work on the reading as I move around along my journey.
By Jami Larson3 years ago in Fiction
