I woke up to a very early rain and thunder this morning. I love it—love those special occasions when you’re laying in bed and in that stupor between the realms of sleep and reality you hear and see things that are not, and then you realize that although you are in a state of altered consciousness, you are neither submerged in the depth of sleep and, perhaps those things you thought you saw and heard were somehow true?
And thus you realize that indeed, it is raining. No, it’s more than that… there are rivers rushing outside your window and somehow the sky is trying to communicate something to you in the language of thunder? And how remarkable and astounding the voice of thunder is when it is gentle and far-flung in the early, murky horizon.
When I opened up the blinds on the window that's next to my bed, as I always do immediately after waking up, something caught my attention right away… something outside in the middle of the narrow country road across our cottage. A dead animal or something... A solitary raven was already there circling the carcass with cunning curiosity. He emitted an eerie cry and immediately two more crows dashed in and surrounded the thing on the road, equally indecisive on what to do with it. I felt extremely upset by it and sad, thinking that it was the little kitty that likes to come by and whom I’d seen late the previous evening strolling around before I went inside for the day. I could not stop staring at it, or thinking about it…
Later on when we left the house that morning my husband mentioned that it was an opossum on the road, but I wasn’t too sure about it and I didn’t want to look.
Hours later we were working outside in the garden when all of a sudden my kitty friend showed up. I saw him smelling the petunias in the clay flower pot, he discovered something hidden in the bushes and tried to catch it. Then, he walked just by where I was standing all the while ignoring my joy, and my laughter and my “please kitty come here.. kitty kitty kitty” pleads. I was so so happy to see him again!
This is him again under the bridge on the pond…
I snapped a few photographs, turn around for a moment and poof… gone he was. I swear it’s the truth… he couldn’t be found anywhere albeit all my extra efforts. Do you think that maybe there’s a secret door under the bridge on the pond that somehow connects to that other bridge on the other side of the garden down the edge of the forest? You know the one… the Bridge to Terabithia?
Our world is linked to other worlds through secret passages you know… at least in my little world they do exist… we can visit other worlds through magic portholes and magical mirrored doors and even by intricate secret passages in the garden where you can cross the fabrics of space and time.
Oh dear, is my imagination running away with me again? If it is, and you think I'm a little odd, or a lot odd, I hope at least you'd believe that your dreams do create a special kind of magic.. ;)
I love this quote:
Good night everyone!