is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun
and the moon
keep their diary.
To read it all,
one must be a linguist
more learned than Father Wisdom
and a visionary
more clairvoyant than Mother Dream.
But to feel it,
one must be an apostle :
one who is more than intimate
in having been, always,
the only confidant ---
like the earth
or the sea
~ Alfred Kreymborg
I have returned with tales to tell.
Of warm sunny days, fearsome thunderstorms,
and a world that moves a tempo slower
than the place I call home.
I rode a wild horse that turned out to be not that wild at all,
just in need of a friend who would let him be free.
I learned a great many things about my past that no one had ever told me before, and got to know a crazy old lady called Nana, who had before only ever been a name to me.
Now she is a person -- a person I love very dearly.
I learned how to make dinner without being in a fright while doing it,
and that perhaps pink isn't as terrible a color as I've always thought.
Especially when it is the color of the frosting on top a perfect white cake.
I met people who are willing to be your friends just because you weren't afraid to stop
and say hello.
I managed a five-acre farm with little help, and wasn't afraid of messing it all up, because I was never told once that I couldn't do it.
And have never been so tired in my entire life.
I turned 20 years old in a very spoiled style, with Mexican food and chocolate ice cream cake. I was given my very first pair of cowboy boots, an afternoon picking out books in a beautiful Barnes & Noble, and an evening at the theatre enjoying a rollicking good comedy.
So I suppose there was nothing to worry about.... silly old me.
Home is the place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to
~ John Ed Pierce
Home is lovely and sweet and homelike as usual, summer has filled the air of my little hometown, bringing with it many promises of adventure. I've spent the last week since my return filling pages upon pages of stories and dreams - all the while hoping and prayer that an adventure comes my way soon... perhaps with a summer romance attached?
The best reason for having dreams is that in dreams, no reasons are necessary.
I've missed you all dearly, my darlings. Is everyone free for a Sunday afternoon tea?