Whimsical

She scooped the grain into the feeder and checked the bucket of water. Humming quietly to herself. Warm breath tingled her exposed ear. She smiled. Turning to lean into the embrace. He lowered his head on her shoulder. Warm, chocolate eyes met hers as they finished the embrace. She patted the spot between his eyes as he let out a short snort of appreciation. 

Speaking quietly to him, she relived the week in snippets of memory. Recounting the parts she knew he would snort his laugh of aporoval. When she got to the story of tripping down the steps of the house into the biggest mud puddle ever imagined, he started bobbing his head in laughter.

Life was easy with him. He got her like no other did. He felt the same about her.

Grateful to have found one another. He finished his breakfast while she gathered the brushes and tack. They planned the day together as she brushed him. 

Here, Take My Bag

He stood on the bank of the river. Straining his eyes. ‘What is that?’ The sun was glaring low in the sky behind the creature cantering across the water. He could not figure out what it was. Horse like, but something glinted in the sun. Like a glittery horn atop the creatures head? 

Squinting like mad, he wished he could figure it out. In the minutes it took for the creature to cross the river, he could not fathom what he was seeing. Like a fairy tale. A white horse with a glittery horn. Surprisingly this was not the most perplexing thing.

Not in the least.

What astonished him was the creature poised on top of the unicorn. Billowing hair and gleaming skin covered in iridescent blues and pinks flowing in the breeze.

As he stood, mouth slightly agap. The two creatures stopped beside him. A gentle neigh emitted from the unicorn as he lowered his head to munch grass.

‘Here, take my bag.’ She said as she slipped off the unicorn and ran off into the forest.

Standing there. Beside a unicorn. Holding a pink iridescent bag. Mark wondered what world he had entered. Where exactly was he?

Minutes passed and she emerged from the woods. Thanking Mark for holding her bag.

She swiftly mounted the unicorn and they trotted away. Leaving Mark standing in the same spot. Still trying to figure it out. Wondering if he had dreamed it. Wondering.

And He Soared

Taken by the blue of the sky. He stood at the cliff edge. Looking out. Looking above. Feeling the wind wash over him. The air felt charged. Electric.

His ears had a faint buzzing in them. Barely audible over the sounds of nature. He focused on the sounds around him. The rapid drumming of a woodpecker. The joyous song of a flock of finches. The rustling of the trees. All of it added to the experience.

He stepped closer to the edge of the cliff. A few rocks escaped their place and tumbled over edge. He breathed deeply. The moment had come.

He leaped. Launching his body far from the cliff. Briefly he thought it might not work. Only seconds passed when the wind hit the sails and he soared.

Laughing in delight, he tried maneuvering the apparatus. Leaning left, then right. Turning himself. All the while gently gliding toward the ground.

What a feeling! To soar like a bird!

Landing with a bit of uncoordinated movement. He looked up at the cliff he had stood on moments before. Face split in a wide grin, he took off the wings. Folded them into his backpack, and set out for the hike back to his car. Enjoying every moment that passed along the way.

Triggering Memories

A pinecone on the floor of the forest. I pause to look at it. Memories flood in.

The year PapPap asked us to collect pinecones so he could build a wreath. Morphing into the scent of the Christmas tree when it first enters the house.

Like a film clip the memories real on. Filling my heart with joy.

Christmas decorating with the kids. How they insist on hanging every ornament on the tree so it looks like someone dumped the whole box of decorations on it. Somehow in that chaos it manages to look beautiful.

Thank you pinecone for the lovely journey of memories from times ago. My walk continues, a little teary eyed for what was, what is, what might become.

Walk With Me

Hand outstretched. He asked. “Walk with me?”
Follow where I lead. Taking his hand,
I follow. Arm pulled and tugged. Up rugged hills.
Down narrow paths. To a wide open field. We’re he
giggles with delight. The sun is warm. The air clean.
Movement catches our eyes. We turn, as one, frozen in time. Silently searching. What was that? Looking.
Looking. ‘Oh! There it is!’ Laughing quietly. We watch the small bird flit around the log. Dancing, in his search for bugs. Silently nodding we walk back. Slowly. Taking a new path. Your hand small in mine. Walk with me, forever, in this life.

To my children who always insist I walk with them to share the magic of their worlds. May we always find moments to walk together.

Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie

Joyously Chasing Rainbows

The storm was moving in. The sun was shining at the moment, but the clouds beyond were dark, almost black. She knew this would be a good storm for rainbows afterward. She only needed to wait out the storm.

The house was full of laughter as they waited for the storm to end. Waiting patiently to see if it would end in time to get outside before bed. It looked promising. The sky in the distance showed blue. The sun was starting to peek out.

Let’s start looking for the rainbows! I see sun. There could be a rainbow!

And there was…

It quickly became two rainbows. Changed again to one. Then disappeared to reappear in a different spot. Even more glorious then the one before!

Her heart filled with wonder at the quickly changing sky. Watching as the rainbows disappeared completely. Replaced by the sun and blue skies. As if the storm did not happen.

Based on a true story.

May your days be full of wonder, joy, and blessings.

Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie

Holding Her Own

She stood on the thin bar. Arms outstretched. Looking. Concentrating. Keeping her balance. One foot moved rhythmically in front of the other. The smile on her face, pinched a little in concentration, was wide. Her arms fluidly stretched straight out, held up, her body looked like a T. Legs, fluidly moved her across the thin bar. Like water over rock. Smooth flowing. Breath in the audience was held. It was the closing moment. The execution was now.

A leap.

Flipping fluidly through the air. Time and space suspend. Landing firmly, with two feet together, knees slightly bent. Smile wide! Wide enough to break. Perfect landing.

The roar of applause.

The announcement. The winner.

The moment were all the work, training, and dedication. Early hours. Late nights. Heat and ice. Melt away.

For it all pays. She made it.

As she knew she would.

Happy, Happy.

Bumping along the winding road, Shawna cursed under her breath. Why did all of these places that requested her services have to be so far out! Why for once could she not go to an easy, simple, suburban neighborhood? Drat her boss for sending her down this bumpy road to what!

. . . . . .

The place sat between a forest and the ocean. Almost a secluded island if not for the narrow lane that lead off the property to town. Shear paradise. Solitude among nature.

Holden still could not believe his luck in finding this treasure. Yes, the house was a bit rustic when he bought it years ago, but now, after pouring over every inch of the place, it looked brand new. Simplistic and perfect. Secluded from the world, yet still close enough he could get take out from the local town.

He was content here. Comfortable. Which is precisely why the next events needed to happen.

. . . . . .

A red car came to a stop next to Holden’s truck causing him to look up from the chair he was sanding. A small, fiery, redhead poured out of the car in a billow of colorful skirts. Cocking his head to the side Holden tried to figure out just what he was witnessing. She turned and reached back inside the car. Pulling out a huge bundle of black balloons with two bright pink ones in the shape of a six and a zero.

. . . . .

Shawna paused briefly after pulling the balloons out. Long enough to remember her lines. She then marched forward to the figure standing on the porch of this gorgeous house. She did not expect this type of house after the bumpy lane. The sound of the surf could be heard as she drew near.

Clearing her throat, she asked for Holden Markus. The man in front of her said he was Holden. Momentarily confused, Shawna felt as if there was a mix up, but she went ahead with her delivery. Singing happy birthday while handing him the balloons.

Laughing heartily, Holden took the balloons. Shaking his head and wiping at his eyes, he said thank you. Noticing the woman’s slight confusion, Holden felt he should explain.

“Mark, my friend, is always pulling pranks like this. In fact, it’s not even my birthday. Not by a long shot!” He laughed.

Shawna spoke , “Let me guess. Your not sixty, either.”

“Not even close.”

She let out a short laugh and turned to go back to her car.

. . . . . .

Holden was still grinning as the red car disappeared into the trees. Leave it to Mark to send a balloon gram randomly.

Learning to Let Go

She stood in front of me. Hands clenched in tight fists at her side. Tears streaming down her face. Murmuring her pain. Frustration, pain, sadness, flowed out of her.

I knelt down to her level. Placing my hands on her fists. “It will be okay.” I quietly spoke to her. Explaining the best I could how if we let the tiny bird go it would be best for him.

” But…h.h.heee..just ssssttttarteddd to fly. “

“I know love. His flying is why we need to let him go. He will not thrive cooped up in a cage for the rest of his life. He needs to be free. “

She wiped at her face a little. Taking in giant, ragged breaths. She blinked a few times. Looking at the cage were the goldfinch sat patiently waiting for his release. Her blond hair blowing and sticking to her wet face was pushed away as her body came back to calm.

“You’re right. He needs to move on. We need to let him go. I am going to miss him.”

” as will I. “

She moved slowly toward the cage. Opened the door. Quietly, saying goodbye as she stepped away from the cage.

He eagerly leapt forward and took flight. Pausing briefly on a branch to look back at the girl. A quiet chirp, and off he flew. Free again to fly.