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By the door was a woven mat, fashioned from rustic strings, enriched with the mud of thousands of boots - a testimony to the life that dwelled in the house. Natalie smiled as if she could hear the laughter of the children as they returned with new memories of the woodland, infused with the sound of the streams so full after rain. The door mat could have been replaced years ago, its edges were frayed and curled, but it was still here. Sebastian had had the floor polished, the curtains made anew and the walls painted... yet still it remained, giving treasured mind-photographs, the best kind of life-nostalgia.
These moments pass as photographs, each morphing so perfectly into the next. My inner eye sees each water-petal among the many, airborne in the briny breeze as translucent confetti. Then as if the almighty pressed "play" - they continue their journey in real time, companions in companionable silence. For in this time of rain, sky and sea become one.
He was bent low over the grass, the batch of weed-killing poison in one hand and the sprayer in the other. As he watched the drops enter the soil he pondered a radio show, one about how there were less bees. "Whatever could it be?" he wondered, "where have all the bees gone?" Then he straightened up, and surveyed the perfect green lawn with a smile, "That'll make the neighbours happy," he thought, forgetting the radio show for a moment, "those pesky daisies, buttercups and dandelions won't have a chance now!"
The autumn will soon be here, a child on tip-toe, excitement in each baby-step. She comes with the magic children breathe, to forge each leaf to gold or perhaps to the red of holly-berries. Each new day I awake, eyes raised to the strong arms of the trees, seeking the first promise of her dance, listening for the sweet rustling music that inspires the wild pirouettes of each earth-bound gift.
When you resonate your mind with your soul, you will learn to live through a love that is so honest it is raw. In the beginning you will be as a child in the wintry wind, pulling clothes around tight, seeking shelter; yet hold on. For in time you will be as the child in the most ambient of gardens, enchanted by the blooms, laughing with a joy that leaps and twirls. So be brave and grow big, grow strong by having faith in your own heart to be your guide. And, love, should you ever need a light and there are none, you can be your own; flood your system with the love that runs in your veins and let it shine bright.
What is the difference between the air and the ocean, except the molecules that flow? Air and water both eddy, swirling in artistic perfection. So, with that idea dancing in my brain, on this ambient summer day, I wonder... do birds truly swim; is our land the sea bed of their ocean? To crabs and lobsters, are fish the ones who fly and the birds simply fly higher still? Is the differences of swimming and flying an artifact of our human perspectives? Perhaps with these musings we can come to see this planet through the lenses of all of our relatives, rather than simply through the limitations of our own experience.
You are a healer when you provide patient care with a medicinal level of love. So, be strong in who you are my pirate angel. Be soothed by the rivers, by the soft shades of nature's blooms, by sweet music that brings your soul to dance in the stream of creation. For you are a part of nature, as wonderful as a bird upon wing or the dolphin who swims.
Edward's talk gives away his thought patterns - egocentric like a child. All of his pains are front and foremost and Lucy's are nothing at all. He doesn't care to talk of what ails her, only seeks the quickest escape from the conversation. It is as if Edward decided long ago that it was her task to soothe him and the role reversal was unacceptable. And so the usual things happen next, he becomes colder to force her back into nurturing him, not happy until she's pouring out the empathy that she had so badly needed for herself.
The apple had a gold star radiating from the stem, gently blending with that colour as vibrant as love's blush. It rested there, in the nest of my fingers, giving a calming coolness upon my palm - solid enough to be noticed, light enough to stay there. It was the prettiest "juice container" I'd ever seen and delicious to the core.
Upon the sand is a boat, so still upon golden waves. She is every colour Leon loves so much, every hue of pastel that brings the seafront to mind. Her paint is flaked, showing the colours of yesteryear, revealing them so that they may dance in the sunlight once more. He lets his fingers mover over her surface, taking in each imperfection, all of which add to her beauty.
It was 2035 by the time the government had morphed into what future generations recognize as government. It was when neuroscience and the understanding of cortisol, of stress reactions and behavioural responses showed that the way forwards was love - the way faith had always said it was. I guess in a lotta ways it was the marriage of science and faith that changed everything. There was no more to guess about, no more to argue over. The old ways of cooperation induced by fear gave-way to cooperation in liberty, with people driven by a calling of duty, to help others with the talents God gave them. For the most part the government functions are health promoting policies and logistics, that and it's service based rather than being seen as power or control.
We stopped doing the things that caused anxiety in one another as best we could, and with lower stress hormones came greater health and social cohesion. We live with more joy, more liberty, more love for others and our world. We all have a high level of general education, enough to safe guard us against the more hateful ideologies of your era, caustic as they are. I guess you were living in a poison soup of sorts, must have been hard. We look at you guys in the same way you look at medieval doctors with their leech therapies.
So, you guys a generation or two ago... read. Read neuroscience, learn basic biology, learn about cortisol, learn about love, learn about nature, learn about spirituality and faith. Be creative in music, dance, writing and art too, keep expanding your neural nets. Find the joy in everything. Keep doing sport, lots of sport. Know that the best thing you can do for your health and of those you love is to reduce stress, seek sunlight, eat healthy food and laugh often. Change is coming... really good era-transforming change...
The greatest thing about me, my emotional warmth, isn't a flaw... it's a floor. It's the bedrock of who I am, of the person I was born to be. I'm soft, I'm vulnerable, I wear my heart for all to see... and it takes strength to do that... so, I'm a hero; I'm a champion of those who love as I do.