Monday, February 2, 2009
Purple danced with the Roses
For me, part of the allure of the grasses is the way they give another voice to the air. The sounds grasses make with a breeze, or gale. The air and the grasses sing a duet, and they dance it as well. Iam easily entranced by thier interaction, and sorely long to join them. I dont think I belong in the suburbs. I feel smothered by the people, and cut off from the spirit of the Earth. In my front yard here in the suburbs, I dont feel free to cast off my fetters and dance with the wind and the grass. I am living in the wrong time, arent I? And speaking of time, I must run again - pity, what I had to say here could have been alot more eloquent but for the want of time.
If no one is looking, go dance with the grasses!
Labels:
absurdities,
creativity,
gardens,
inspiration,
Op-Ed,
pagan tendencies,
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4 comments:
You're a wild thing Lavender, and so eloquent!
i say dance anyway, lavender. and why not?
A true hippy at heart, casting off the fetters and dancing. Sounds like you do need to get away and be freeeeee...
i have the same relationship with trees and hear the leaves "talk" to me. Many of us feel that we are in the wrong time, myself included but then picture this, many many years ago the sound of wind in the grass would have disguised a predator(man or beast) and where you would today be dancing, back then you would be running hehe see, always a silver lining.
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