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Echoes of Bly Manor: Jamie's Solitude

Summary:

Jamie is looking to escape her current life at which she she finds peace at Bly Manor. Surrounded by nature, she reflects on her past, cherishes the serene environment, and reconnects with cherished memories of the manor and its mysterious beauty.

Notes:

hiii, english is not my first language so please forgive me for any errors or any incoherence. read tags before clicking 'keep reading' total word count: 1047

Relationships:

Dani Clayton x Jamie Taylor, Dani Clayton & Jamie Taylor

Jamie’s plan is crystal clear to escape the hustle and bustle of her current life and move back to a calm and serene side in a quiet time in the countryside. A place which is close to her heart and helps her to relax and in a calm and serene environment. The house- Bly manor is surrounded by bounties of nature, tall mountains, deep dark forest and a peaceful river. The great Statue Garden has left a mark in which the gardener has carried with her since she first met them. The mystery behind these Statue Garden had always seemed to leave her baffled and speechless. The trees that surrounded that and the property had provided a great comfort to her after the penitentiary, which she could not describe at the time. Jamie always had a vivid imagination, in the time she was sad her imagination roamed. Feeling the loss and pain harbored by the world around her; as the sun falls on her soul the world is cast in a dull light. If no one knows the burden of sorrow at least the rain will cry with her, and the wind will wipe the tears away. But she has found that even the smallest bit of happiness is much, much sweeter in light of life’s tragedy, and tears well up in times of joy as well as sadness — it is death in contrast with life which brings beauty into the world.

At one point, she and her brother had camped in the valley near her house, during which her brother and her had resolved that some day she would go up the river that ran through the campground as far as she could in a single day, in an attempt to find solitude. She does hesitate to share the name of Bly with her brother now, because it is after all a secret place. And yet, there are few rivers in the valley as mighty as this one, and anyone can perhaps easily guess its name. Even in the dry season the river had flowed strongly for millennia, cutting a deep canyon out of the hills which ran east for many miles. It roared with laughter as it stumbled and fell over the rocks and pools beneath its many falls — only to bounce back up again like a child who in the midst of its play had immediately forgotten the pain of its fall.

This river was the source of life in the campground and surrounding woods, its life giving powers were to be outdone only by the heavy coastal rains which fuel it. But there isn’t much rain in the summer, and it is at this time in Bly. Jamie had woken up early to make the trip up the river barefoot, carrying only bottles of water. It made for a marvelous adventure, as she forever chased the unknown treasures around each bend and over each of the flora present near the river. She would often walk around the perimeter of Bly, circling the property, while viewing each and every minute detail of the place, from the chapel to the Wingrave family plot and her very own special garden, carefully taking care to not disrupt the flora that hung perilously before their thunderous faces. The greenhouse provided comfort to her, anything about gardening, she loved the care and nurture you put into it and the plant, always reciprocating the love and care it gets. She found it better than humans, no one would treat her badly or wake up to hurt her someday.

The many banyan trees with their prop roots and river had proved interesting to her — She couldn’t help but think of the previous gardner, who had fallen to given her a seat high off the ground, and who was in the process of giving back the strength which he had drawn out of the deep wells of the earth for so many years, perhaps centuries. The greenhouse were much the same, as the mighty trees which hung over the river would die, they would fall and become jammed in-between boulders, creating dams which raised the water level to the roots of their offspring, who rose joyously out of the deep canyons to catch the warm rays of the sun. The trees are not greedy. They only glean from the earth and the sky what they can, and then fall back to give more than they took to start. It was under their shade that she watched Flora and Miles play in as they swam, hiked and climbed, a few miles up river, till sun down, she watched alone from the depths of the woods, the river bearing on its back like a wild horse. The towering cliffs bled cold spring water, and most of their granite faces were covered in hanging moss and fern, brilliantly green and bold. An outsider might have thought the place looked odd and boring but it was much more than that, the voices echoing in the halls of the temple of the giants, as the disturbed the bed of the river and clung to the sun-warmed rocks by its sides.

But Jamie had never felt alien at all. Rather, she felt very much at home and welcome, although she was tired. And therein lies the heart of the mystery. She used to live her life blinded by the thought of just surviving, constantly worrying about her mother and wondering if her dad would come back. However she now believed that in the absence of nature we too easily forget who we are. The Manor is a home to us older than our houses, or houses in general. And if someone can see through the clouds of mosquitoes, and manage to peer into the dark shroud beneath the thick of the forest, you may find something very much welcoming and wonderful, if you have eyes — and the heart for it. Jamie hopes never to forget Bly Manor. The air seemed to plunge forever upward into the sky, like the chains of many anchors might plunge into the sea. There is a treasure deep in the river, and she wishes to be forever in the river, but the ghost of her lover is all that remains on the ground.

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Echoes of Bly Manor: Jamie's Solitude

Summary:

Jamie is looking to escape her current life at which she she finds peace at Bly Manor. Surrounded by nature, she reflects on her past, cherishes the serene environment, and reconnects with cherished memories of the manor and its mysterious beauty.

Notes:

hiii, english is not my first language so please forgive me for any errors or any incoherence. read tags before clicking 'keep reading' total word count: 1047

Relationships:

Dani Clayton x Jamie Taylor, Dani Clayton & Jamie Taylor

Jamie’s plan is crystal clear to escape the hustle and bustle of her current life and move back to a calm and serene side in a quiet time in the countryside. A place which is close to her heart and helps her to relax and in a calm and serene environment. The house- Bly manor is surrounded by bounties of nature, tall mountains, deep dark forest and a peaceful river. The great Statue Garden has left a mark in which the gardener has carried with her since she first met them. The mystery behind these Statue Garden had always seemed to leave her baffled and speechless. The trees that surrounded that and the property had provided a great comfort to her after the penitentiary, which she could not describe at the time. Jamie always had a vivid imagination, in the time she was sad her imagination roamed. Feeling the loss and pain harbored by the world around her; as the sun falls on her soul the world is cast in a dull light. If no one knows the burden of sorrow at least the rain will cry with her, and the wind will wipe the tears away. But she has found that even the smallest bit of happiness is much, much sweeter in light of life’s tragedy, and tears well up in times of joy as well as sadness — it is death in contrast with life which brings beauty into the world.

At one point, she and her brother had camped in the valley near her house, during which her brother and her had resolved that some day she would go up the river that ran through the campground as far as she could in a single day, in an attempt to find solitude. She does hesitate to share the name of Bly with her brother now, because it is after all a secret place. And yet, there are few rivers in the valley as mighty as this one, and anyone can perhaps easily guess its name. Even in the dry season the river had flowed strongly for millennia, cutting a deep canyon out of the hills which ran east for many miles. It roared with laughter as it stumbled and fell over the rocks and pools beneath its many falls — only to bounce back up again like a child who in the midst of its play had immediately forgotten the pain of its fall.

This river was the source of life in the campground and surrounding woods, its life giving powers were to be outdone only by the heavy coastal rains which fuel it. But there isn’t much rain in the summer, and it is at this time in Bly. Jamie had woken up early to make the trip up the river barefoot, carrying only bottles of water. It made for a marvelous adventure, as she forever chased the unknown treasures around each bend and over each of the flora present near the river. She would often walk around the perimeter of Bly, circling the property, while viewing each and every minute detail of the place, from the chapel to the Wingrave family plot and her very own special garden, carefully taking care to not disrupt the flora that hung perilously before their thunderous faces. The greenhouse provided comfort to her, anything about gardening, she loved the care and nurture you put into it and the plant, always reciprocating the love and care it gets. She found it better than humans, no one would treat her badly or wake up to hurt her someday.

The many banyan trees with their prop roots and river had proved interesting to her — She couldn’t help but think of the previous gardner, who had fallen to given her a seat high off the ground, and who was in the process of giving back the strength which he had drawn out of the deep wells of the earth for so many years, perhaps centuries. The greenhouse were much the same, as the mighty trees which hung over the river would die, they would fall and become jammed in-between boulders, creating dams which raised the water level to the roots of their offspring, who rose joyously out of the deep canyons to catch the warm rays of the sun. The trees are not greedy. They only glean from the earth and the sky what they can, and then fall back to give more than they took to start. It was under their shade that she watched Flora and Miles play in as they swam, hiked and climbed, a few miles up river, till sun down, she watched alone from the depths of the woods, the river bearing on its back like a wild horse. The towering cliffs bled cold spring water, and most of their granite faces were covered in hanging moss and fern, brilliantly green and bold. An outsider might have thought the place looked odd and boring but it was much more than that, the voices echoing in the halls of the temple of the giants, as the disturbed the bed of the river and clung to the sun-warmed rocks by its sides.

But Jamie had never felt alien at all. Rather, she felt very much at home and welcome, although she was tired. And therein lies the heart of the mystery. She used to live her life blinded by the thought of just surviving, constantly worrying about her mother and wondering if her dad would come back. However she now believed that in the absence of nature we too easily forget who we are. The Manor is a home to us older than our houses, or houses in general. And if someone can see through the clouds of mosquitoes, and manage to peer into the dark shroud beneath the thick of the forest, you may find something very much welcoming and wonderful, if you have eyes — and the heart for it. Jamie hopes never to forget Bly Manor. The air seemed to plunge forever upward into the sky, like the chains of many anchors might plunge into the sea. There is a treasure deep in the river, and she wishes to be forever in the river, but the ghost of her lover is all that remains on the ground.