Kyra welcomed the sleepy warmness of Ariel without sentiment or sentimentality. Just warmness, like sun on the belly and waves in the ear, where the inside of eyelids are translucent orange starbursts and lips are salt dry, much like they were now. And peace, the peace of rustic mornings bathed in deep greens turning to lush and light greens and weathered woods of porch and rail soaking in the morning rays; the kind of peace found in quiet chapels and beside matutinal mountain lakes or walks with Papa on Valla's beaches; the kind of peace that showed just how far out of bounds most of life was lived.With her knees pulled into her chest, she watched Papa tend to his flower garden, watering and weeding, bending to breathe, eyes closed, smile worn without artifice. To each their own he would say, to each their time he would imply. We are not single notes. We are not just a page. Unfolding we do, and not all at once. Patience we practice and we continue to water and feed and cultivate, for what is today is not what will be tomorrow or the day after that. Then he would lift his arms and smile and say, as he always said, can you see, can you feel, my sweet angel, your unfolding? Watch, he would add. Watch as if your life depended upon it and as surely as the dusk becomes the night and the night becomes the dawn, you too will fall and rise and it is not the falling or the rising we note but rather the eternal unfolding.
Unfolding at this moment, was Ariel. Talking as children talk, to tell a story for the sake of the telling, a shared excitement that distinguished not between teller and tellee, that assumed the unbounded joy in one would be equally shared without doubt, without question, in the other. It was this way the tale was told.
Without opening her eyes, Kyra smiled and tightened her arms around the diminutive bundle of unbridled optimism as she weaved the saga of the Mushroom People and their great struggle against the odds of nature as they climbed mountains and sailed seas in search of a home. They succeeded, she said. And, to make clear her intent and leave no doubt, she added: so would they.
Soundtrack: Faithless, A Kind of Peace
12 comments:
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The Mushroom People - one knew right there.
This is an absolutely gorgeous piece of writing! Just gorgeous, overwhelmingly (underlined, caps, bold and exclamation marks) so, and I sit here having read through to the end and am now floating in the midst, within sentences such as the peace of rustic mornings bathed in deep greens turning to lush and light greens and weathered woods of porch and rail soaking in the morning rays and Without opening her eyes, Kyra smiled and tightened her arms around the diminutive bundle of unbridled optimism as she weaved the saga of the Mushroom People to name but two so filled with thankfulness for the good fortune that bestowed the opportunity to do so. Love composed, happiness gifted, this is as lyrically lovely as the intent and brings the kind of bliss and value that only the most influential art is able. The kind of loveliness that make lacrimal sacs brim and zygomatic majors contract. :) One of your best in its way as others are in their. Bless your heart for this creation, and for this creation alone you stand among the most touching.
Unfolding at this moment, was Ariel. Talking as children talk, to tell a story for the sake of the telling, a shared excitement that distinguished not between teller and tellee, that assumed the unbounded joy in one would be equally shared without doubt, without question, in the other. It was this way the tale was told.
This is my single favorite passage in this beautifully written piece! Such a portrayal of innocence and wonder.
Dana, thanks for the kind words. Nice to see you stopping by. :-)
Sunshine, I could say the same for the lush lyrical nature of your comments (lacrimal sacs and zygomatic majors). :-D
Writing like this is a groove for lack of a better way to explain it. It is as if the brain has notches and before one starts writing, one turns the knob to a particular setting. The act is not that conscious. I don't think of these things ahead of time and decide to do a thing one way or another, just as I usually don't know how a chapter will end until I write it and rarely do I know when I start. There is just the idea, the overall view of a scene, the feel of a mood and from there, it unfolds like a flower in the morning sun, word by word, phrase by phrase, sentence by sentence.
As always, thank you for the very kind words. :-)
Okay, LOTS to comment on here...how yummy.
Mushroom People?
I SERIOUSLY want a little stuffed mushroom person to sleep with at night.
How much would that rock?
Also: I need to start takin' some advice from Papa...
Patience we practice and we continue to water and feed and cultivate, for what is today is not what will be tomorrow or the day after that.
How so very true and always applicable.
I need to repeat this ten times standing in front of a mirror.
Okay....
Now.......
THE SONG.
A most excellent choice from a most excellent host.
The chick who does the vocals on this track is freaking CAT POWER!!!
She's the shiott, AND her real name is Chan Marshall.
She has one of the bestest voices in all the land.
She does a lot of cover work, and her first all cover album is among her very best, and also she does some awesome original shit too.
She's even worked with Dave Grohl.
And Faithless....I got into them about for or five years back when I heard a tune called, 'Mass Destruction.' I grooved to that tune for two years straight after I first heard it. Actually, I think it was the remix version that I grooved to the most. The video was kickarse.
What a great chapter, Tree.
Thank you.
xo
Ahhh...and the IMAGE.
ALMOST forgot!
So vibrant, so mushroom-y, so psychedelically fantastic.
The graphic with this is beautiful-a pure visual delight. I liked the same segment that Dana chose too--I'm such a copy catter. ;)
--snow
Snow, where would we be without children? :-)
Thanks for the kind words on the image. :-)
Well, Strumper, if you need a little . . . :-D
Have I told you lately how nice it is to have you back? Your comments are in a league of their own, with or without butter. :-D
Cat does have a wonderful voice. I'm proud to have her as a part of the story now. :-)
And I knew if I just had patience, you'd be back. :-)
papa is so wise. Indeed watching like your life depends upon it is the key of awareness, which in turn is the key for success & joy!
To each his own... strange, I was repeating this line to myself many a time today & I come face to face with it here.
Serendipity !
I love the way you so fondly describe ariel as "the diminutive bundle of unbridled optimism " that is just so wonderful!
Mona, I like the way you think. :-D
Not a thing that I could say about this chapter that hasn't been said already. You KNOW of course that I love it.
It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
Jen, glad to be of assistance in lowering your energy costs. :-D
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