Monday, 27 August 2012

me and Her(Story One)

    I closed my eyes and She opened Hers. The world was colorful and new and filled with things She had never seen before. She wanted to reach out and touch everything but I had to get home so we just walked. She was looking around trying to saver every site, every sound. There were some low branches and She reached an touched the leaves. Then She turned to me and asked me what they were called. I told Her. The word started swirling in Her mind and i could hear Her quietly repeating it to herself.
    We walked some more. I was starting to feel tired and She wanted to run. That was a bit of a problem because we shared the same pair of legs.
    "Come on, lets dance" She said to me and started singing. I didn't want to but this was Her time and I had to at least give Her that.
    She sang and she danced for a while and then I had to sit down. She couldn't understand why. She stared for a while blankly at things and decided she doesn't like the guy who just passed by us. After a few more minutes of rest I was finally able to get up.   
      She closed Her eyes. I opened mine. My body was aching all over. My head was spinning a little. I was exhausted but I was happy. Because She got to see a bit of the world with Her own eyes.


    Magic is in the air tonight. I feel so lucky to have been a part of this.
    I was getting home from work and saw there were a lot of people in the local pub which was unusual for a Sunday. I stopped to talk to the people and learned that they were all gathered to celebrate the birthday of the deceased father of one of the women. It was a sort of memorial to a wonderful man. I don't believe I met him but I felt from the emotions of everyone else that he was(and still is wherever he may be) a great, kind man.
    I sat there with everyone else and even though I didn't quite fit in with this crowd I felt this is where I ought to be right now. Somewhere around two AM we all got up and went to one of the neighbourhood's playgrounds to light up a Chinese flying lantern.
    It did not go without it's difficulties.
    Everyone wrote or drew something on the lantern and even though everyone was being careful at the end there was a hole in it. We patched it up and for a moment that seemed to be the only bump in the road.
    There was almost no wind the entire evening until we tried to light up the lantern. The wind suddenly picked up at that moment and the thing almost burned before it even got the chance to take of. But with some duct tape and a little bit of acrobatics it was finally set flying. It started drifting directly at one of the nearby buildings. I gathered all strength I had and willed the winds to change the lantern's course. After that it flew higher where it got caught in some strong currents and soon after it caught fire and slowly started descending. I ran in an attempt to see where it would fall. I failed but the running stirred my blood. I saw it was falling to fast and the it was still on fire so i focused my energy on it and the flames quickly died out.
    This was a magical night. Not just because of all the people gathered there and the incredible sense of love and kindness that flowed from them, not just because I managed to will the winds for the first time in a long time but because of all of it. For one brief moment when that lantern took flight the entire world held it's breath and stood in awe of this amazing moment of true love, belief and unity.
    When the moment passed I found myself wanting to share it all with the world. I wanted to reach out to every soul out there and make them feel what me and the rest of the people there felt. I wanted to give a piece of this magic to everyone.
    It was a magical night and it makes me think there are a lot more to come in the near future. Will you share the next one with me?

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Spring rain

 I love the world after the rain.
  Everything is sparkling in the sunlight which has suddenly broken trough the clouds. The sent of wet trees gently tingles the tip of my nose and a light wind caries little drops of rain from the leafs to my face.
  I like to take long walks after the rain and take in the freshness. There are very few people out - most people hate to be out when it's cold and wet. I find it somewhat poetic and very pleasant.
  The sun slowly pushes trough the clouds as I take my first steps in to the forest. It's as if an enormous, magnificent creature is awakening and spreading it's wings over the world filling it with joy. It's the birth of a brand new world. Everything is cleaned, the darkness and coldness of Winter have been washed away by the spring rain. The world is clean again and ready to start anew. Life is boiling under the ground rushing trough the trees and in my veins. 
  I walk trough the woods and feel like I'm a part of them, their roots are mine, I drink the sunlight trough their leafs. The world is beautiful and for the first time this year I feel at peace. I, like the trees have been washed by the spring rain and I'm ready to blossom again.

Monday, 9 April 2012

The living lightning

  She was born in the middle of an earthquake. The moment I first saw her I knew she wasn't really human. She was a lightning brought to life, electricity in a human body. The others gave her some name but I never bothered to remember it. To me she was just Spark.
  I was among the first to hold her when she and her mother came out of the hospital and it was in my arms when she smiled for the first time. And I could see her seeing me, seeing everything like no one could. She had a mesmerizing aura and a soothing presence that made you want to lay the world at her feet. All she wanted though was to be free.
  She's a bit older now and I can see she's forgetting who and what she is. But that spark in her eyes will never fade. My little living lightning. She has the power to change the world, make it more beautiful, to melt hearts and bring joy. And all she wants is to be free. Like a lightning should.
  I will wait for her to grow up and if she wants me to I'll tell her what she is. And I'll teach her how to be free. But until that moment comes I'll sit back and watch her change the world, watch her burn away the darkness of the eons past and shine the way to a brighter future. My poor little living lightning. She bares one of the biggest burdens - she was born for greatness.

Thursday, 1 March 2012

"Moments" part 2

  It was a warm, sunny day. I can't recall what month it was but it doesn't really matter.
  I was leaving for school and like many times I had just lit a cigarette. A man saw me and stopped me. He was about fifty years old I think and he had a kind expression to his face. He asked if I could give him a cigarette. It was my last one but I was going to buy a knew pack anyways so I gave it to him.
  Seeing that it was my last cigarette he took out his own, almost completely full pack and gave me one of his. Then he said that there were very few people left who would do like me, who would share with someone they don't know the last thing they have, no matter if it was a cigarette or money or food.
  He than smiled and said.
"I wish you have a wonderful, happy life".
He said it so sincerely that I was left speechless for a few moments in which he wished me a good day and left. All I managed was "Thank you!"
  I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day and even now, when I remember this I can't help but smile again.

Thursday, 23 February 2012

A song

The day is at it's end when finally we arrive. I step out of the car, leave the rest to deal with settling in and with the luggage and I start to run. The breeze welcomes me with a suffocating hug and almost stops me in my tracks but I keep running.
  Finally I'm here. I tear my shoes off my legs and bury my bare feet in the sand. Slowly, savoring every little moment I walk towards the water until I'm up to my knees in the water. The end of my skirt is wet but I don't care. I'm here.
  I close my eyes and breath in deeply. Then I start to sing. A song to say "Hello". After my voice fades I start to listen. The sea sings back, welcomes me and gently caresses me with it's beauty. I stay like that, listening, until it's dark, until my feet are icy cold and my stomach hurts from hunger. I then say goodnight and go to the hotel.
  Even then, behind the walls I can hear the song.
  Even when I go home, away from the shore, I can still hear the song.
  The song that the sea sings.
  My song.

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

"Moments" part 1

  I love this place. It's peaceful and magical. And mine.
  I take a deep breath and make that first step. Once my foot is on the ground it's like I'm suddenly electrified. I feel light. Suddenly everything is better, every sorrow is far away. I'm safe. I'm home.
  I start to walk. I don't need light because I know every inch of this place. There's only silence, peaceful silence.
  You were there too. In those first moments when I walked in I had forgotten. There were others too. But they didn't matter.
  All that mattered was the cool and a bit moist air, the ground below, the gentle embrace of the sequoia behind my back.
  And your voice. You! I felt happy and less alone. There and then I knew I had found a friend that I would like to keep forever. There's just something so beautiful about you. Magical.
  It was an amazing night, warm and enchanting.