With “The Cure” lighting the morning’s path, I remembered our life in the woods, the mysterious world that was our future gaping at us with possibility…everything glowed with enchantment even when sorrow rained upon our souls. I still have the blue bottle of 1 dram Frankincense from “The Perfumed Dragon” of The Renaissance Faire. Smelling that sweet earthen scent, I am transported to dusty paths and beaming faces of actors full of energy and humor. We spoke in poetry and felt art and music with our sixth senses. Now we keep those memories closed up tight within intricate treasure boxes. Time passes and we forget what is contained inside these precious faded parcels. So much has happened, changed, and grown, and we have flown off to our own mountains. We gaze at the sea; in the eyes of our minds the tides charm with moon’s sacred rhythm. Looking back fondly- living now strongly…
Here the birds sing as if in harmony. They represent an array of colors and moods, yet beckon the sunrise each morning in their own unique way. We went to the maze on Sunday and discovered a Hawaiian carving that appears to be a totem. It guards over our dreams with focused clarity…
Or perhaps it draws the subconscious mind out of its clam-shell to reveal pearls of well-ripened wisdom…
I hear cars rushing like a waterfall, somewhere gliding along softly in the distance. These metallic dolphins gleefully race one another in the night. They create waves with their movement.
An energy paces through my system and I can hear new path-ways being formed. Perhaps I am bursting with sheer delight for there is a small creature, assembled by pure passion that bats at invisible flies inside of my belly. We saw the truth with our very own eyes and like for a cartoon in black and white, the soundtrack must be spicy…for the blessed star is jitterbugging away!
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