The Nurturer


Some legends live amongst the world, discussed, debated, believed or scorned.

My legend belongs to a few, those that know. Those who don’t, live in a state of imperfect oblivion.

And then there are those that wonder. These are the attentive kind, they see things the ignorant miss, small things that when seen or heard together form a pattern.

An unbelievable pattern the ignorant would say if you showed them.

Or perhaps they would use the words unlikely, impossible.

A pattern as decipherable as a worn map, a pattern that causes some of those who wonder, to seek the truth.

As in nature, the females are the nurturers.

They carry the legend from generation to generation, incubators of the truth.

The story feeds itself through their lifeblood.

Umbilical cords linking mother to child, holding the narrative together like the binding of a book.


Author: Jo Bryant

I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes. I am a freelance writer. I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage. I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008. I am writing my first novel. I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web. And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.

There are two things I know for certain. One: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: I want to hear your opinion.

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