Friday, February 19, 2010
February Posts
I have been slacking this month with my posts; however, I have quite a lot to share so I shall be updating it this weekend and next week!
Imagination.
I had a dream recently. Well, actually I am not sure what you would classify it as. Maybe a vision, epiphany, dream or clairvoyant moment, but it was great imagery.
I saw this beautiful little bird. She was tiny with a brilliant orange beak and lightly painted with iridescent midnight-blue, yellow and emerald green feathers. I thought she may have been a finch, but I don't know the difference in fowl. However, she landed on a young low branch of a grand oak. The oak tree was magnificent. It's majesty took my breath away. I am not sure that I can do justice in my description of this tree. It's massive branches jetted out from the trunk dancing along the skyline. Some branches were thick with age and stretched reaching for Heaven with their outspread hands. Other branches were not as weathered, much longer and flowed willingly to the ground over and over and then they bounced back headed to the sky.
With a slight breeze the leaves shimmered and the sun shining though made the leaves sparkle like emeralds. I then became this little bird and began looking up from one of the young branches putting off gorgeous healthy green leaves and sprouts coming up everywhere...but above me was an out stretched branch jutting out from the side. This branch was shorter than the others. It's branch was stocky and gray. It wasn't the same dark rich color of the bark that encased the rest of the tree. It seemed sick and brittle; riddled with disease. I remember looking at this branch and an overwhelming feeling of sadness overcame me.
As my heart became heavy a brisk north wind came rushing through the tree forcing the limbs to begin swaying and leaves rustling. There was a melodic whistle from the wind as it twisted and entangled the branches within one another. Each branch began to swing and creak. Some of the top branches clapped together with excitement brought forth by the wind. The gray branch did nothing but droop. Then just as the orchestra of wind, leaves and branches was reaching its climax, there was a large cracking sound that shattered the joyous music with a fierce shutter of pain by the old oak. Chaos ensued as the sickly branch plummeted from its home and shattered on the ground below. Shards and splinters lay scattered beneath this mighty tree.
A sick silence filled the air as the north wind came to a halt. As if they were mourning for their lost sibling , the branches no longer danced and leaves rained down blanketing the remains as an offering. I could feel the quiver of the tree beneath my feet and tears began to flood my eyes....
I saw this beautiful little bird. She was tiny with a brilliant orange beak and lightly painted with iridescent midnight-blue, yellow and emerald green feathers. I thought she may have been a finch, but I don't know the difference in fowl. However, she landed on a young low branch of a grand oak. The oak tree was magnificent. It's majesty took my breath away. I am not sure that I can do justice in my description of this tree. It's massive branches jetted out from the trunk dancing along the skyline. Some branches were thick with age and stretched reaching for Heaven with their outspread hands. Other branches were not as weathered, much longer and flowed willingly to the ground over and over and then they bounced back headed to the sky.
With a slight breeze the leaves shimmered and the sun shining though made the leaves sparkle like emeralds. I then became this little bird and began looking up from one of the young branches putting off gorgeous healthy green leaves and sprouts coming up everywhere...but above me was an out stretched branch jutting out from the side. This branch was shorter than the others. It's branch was stocky and gray. It wasn't the same dark rich color of the bark that encased the rest of the tree. It seemed sick and brittle; riddled with disease. I remember looking at this branch and an overwhelming feeling of sadness overcame me.
As my heart became heavy a brisk north wind came rushing through the tree forcing the limbs to begin swaying and leaves rustling. There was a melodic whistle from the wind as it twisted and entangled the branches within one another. Each branch began to swing and creak. Some of the top branches clapped together with excitement brought forth by the wind. The gray branch did nothing but droop. Then just as the orchestra of wind, leaves and branches was reaching its climax, there was a large cracking sound that shattered the joyous music with a fierce shutter of pain by the old oak. Chaos ensued as the sickly branch plummeted from its home and shattered on the ground below. Shards and splinters lay scattered beneath this mighty tree.
A sick silence filled the air as the north wind came to a halt. As if they were mourning for their lost sibling , the branches no longer danced and leaves rained down blanketing the remains as an offering. I could feel the quiver of the tree beneath my feet and tears began to flood my eyes....
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