| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: that here late summer had not dislodged early spring. Everywhere was a soft,
fresh, bright green. The old gray cliffs were festooned with ferns, lichens
and moss. Under a great, shelving rock, damp and stained by the copper-colored
water dripping down its side, was a dewy dell into which the sunshine had
never peeped. Here the swift brook tarried lovingly, making a wide turn under
the cliff, as though loth to leave this quiet nook, and then leaped once more
to enthusiasm in its murmuring flight.
Life abounded in this wild, beautiful, almost inaccessible spot. Little brown
and yellow birds flitted among the trees; thrushes ran along the leaf-strewn
ground; orioles sang their melancholy notes; robins and flickers darted
beneath the spreading branches. Squirrels scurried over the leaves like little
The Spirit of the Border |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: mirror inside the open door, she put on the head--as neat and straight
as could be--and afterward called her maids to robe her for the day.
She always wore a simple white costume, that suited all the heads.
For, being able to change her face whenever she liked, the Princess
had no interest in wearing a variety of gowns, as have other ladies
who are compelled to wear the same face constantly.
Of course the thirty heads were in great variety, no two formed alike
but all being of exceeding loveliness. There were heads with golden
hair, brown hair, rich auburn hair and black hair; but none with gray
hair. The heads had eyes of blue, of gray, of hazel, of brown and of
black; but there were no red eyes among them, and all were bright and
Ozma of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: She waited to be caught into his arms, but he turned
away from her irresolutely. The last glow was gone
from behind the Mountain. Everything in the room had
turned grey and indistinct, and an autumnal dampness
crept up from the hollow below the orchard, laying its
cold touch on their flushed faces. Harney walked the
length of the room, and then turned back and sat down
at the table.
"Come," he said imperiously.
She sat down beside him, and he untied the string about
the package and spread out a pile of sandwiches.
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