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