People of the Creative World....
She steps out from her spiderweb intertwined home and gently walks across the soft and lush moss covering the age old tree limbs that extent from where she blossoms. Her hair, silver and gold strands brushes down her soft back and trails down her fair yet well formed legs, draping onto the splinter filled bark surrounding her whereabouts. Her eyes, crystal blue embedded with stars from all the galaxies known, delves into every stare she encounters and absorbs the pure essence thereof, leaving nothing unseen.
She tapers her way down the limbs towards the bottom of the Willow and plants herself onto the moist grass, giggles as it tickles her and jumps right back up again. Briefly she scans her surroundings. She hears a flutter of wings and waits in anticipation as her loyal companion jots across the sky and takes his well deserved placed next to her.
She smiles as she lays her hand on the wings of her beautiful purple and green Butterfly. She feels the soft brush of his weaved works of art attached to his body and immediately jumps onto him. He feels her excitement and with the bat of an eye, flutters his wings and lifts off the ground with a 'whoosh'.
She giggles and laughs and feels the wind against her skin. Her hair flapping behind her like a veil of metals weaved into a wave of gleaming colours. Again she scans her surroundings and sees the green valley below with different shades of greens like a blanket of leaves from every season. Some spots of bright colour jumps out at her as the sees the Daffodil fields and the Petunia gardens...Purples and Yellows and shades of Red envelope her senses as the blue from the surrounding cool streams enhance the heat of the colours by dashingly cooling them down.
Again she giggles as the colours dance before her eyes and her wild knack for inventing more than a crazed imagination takes over as she hears the colours, prancing and swaying and laughing. She brushes the head of her Butterfly and directs him to view what she sees. He smiles and nods and understands her childlike ways all to well.
All excited she begins to feel her heart climb from her chest into her throat and finally almost in her mouth as she voices out, 'iceberg ahead' - she smiles as the peaks open a new world to her. Beautiful shades of Grey topped off with crisp white snow yodels to her and sends sensational tingles from her heart in her mouth to her tippy toes.
Butterfly dashes from left to right and left again as to not be victim of becoming a Popsicle in mid air. He has no concern for her as he knows she is well prepared...Her skin turns to a slight shade of dusted pink, enhanced with soft beams of glitter. She has an extra layer protecting her from harsh conditions and uses it as often as needed. She feels no cold, due to extreme excitement and continues to gulp down all around her...
'Such beauty we are surrounded by' she thinks...'Such infinite beauty dressed in infinite possibilities...'
She has seen the world for what it is. She has used her senses as intended. She has made use of companionship with mutual respect. She has adapted to her environment and not seen it as a negative aspect that the world is not always as accommodating as we hope and want it to be...
She rocks.... So yes that is my basic idea. We all travel and we all meet this one and that one and have the chance to go here and there, but we all seem to forget about the actual building blocks of it all. We have been given senses for a reason - sight, smell, taste, touch, hearing and of course the one we almost never acknowledge 'our sixth sense'.
How did we get so caught up in all around us that we have forgotten the basics? How did we get so busy dreaming big, that we have not seen the reality of dreams in smaller ways around us? How did we forget to be nice? Forget to smile? Forget to give? Forget to be thankful? How did we end up so conformed....?
I have become busy and crazily occupied with meaningless nonsense, but i found her inside, i found the thought of her travels deep inside my heart and mind - which simply means....deep down...the finer and most important things are lingering....lingering to be acknowledge again and lingering to rise to the surface....Childlike? Why the heck not....Fun? Most definitely.....Well chosen? At last......
You know you love me, rabbling and all
x0x0
Posts
