Lives of the wild to wild lives; what can we learn from the beings that surround us?
Monday 6 April 2015
Stardust
Like flashes of lighting on a stormy night the brief illumination revealed moments past. Memories hidden in time came rushing to the surface. The first moment they had shared a breath, the feeling of calm as they traveled side by side across the dry landscape and the deep blue of the sky in the early morning light. She nickered softly stomping her hoof upon the ground of her stall. Her head nodding in longing as though to affirm the reality of her mind’ eye…
“And the rest is rust and stardust.”
~ Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Saturday 28 March 2015
Echo
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
They spent many afternoons deep within the cool damp refuge of Schatz’s warren. He had graciously welcomed her and would calm her with his peaceful nature and tenderness. Guiding her through the network of tunnels Flitzen was enchanted with Schatz’s ability to conjure a story from a single prompt. He was a watcher, a listener and had a mild manner like no other. On those sweltering summer days, the dampness of the warren was a welcome refuge. Flitzen could easily lose herself in the environment, absorbing the coolness of the soil that surrounded her, the scent of the underground roots and wetness that hung in the air. Sometimes, she and Schatz would just lie side by side for hours enjoying the stillness and silence while the world above teamed with life under the hot blazing sun. She longed to return to that space. The time in which the world seemed to melt away and there was nothing left but a sense of synchronistic peace. She closed her eyes and travelled back as Betrüger’s claws tore into her side. The searing pain of the attack dulled to a throbbing pulse like the palpitating rhythm of her heart as each beat brought her closer back those moments with Schatz.
Saturday 7 March 2015
Thanatosis
The
gentle morning breeze caught the gossamer threads casting Grayson and Griffin
in flight soaring above Bluegate and beyond…Lila watched the spiderlings drift
along the currents of air that had taken them from the cattail by the side of
the pond. Grayson and Griffin were together at first, but as they rose into the
space above the water Lila saw how the air currents began to draw them apart. A
spiderling’s journey was one that may begin in tandem but would very quickly transfer
course with the slightest change in the air current. In that moment, Lila
shifted her attention, for these times of thanatosis were also when she could
retreat into quiet reflection. As an observer of the lives of the beings around
the pond she was fascinated by the unknown expeditions that would whisk beings
away to unknown destinations and fates… Such was the case with Grayson, as Lila
watched him soar higher into the sky, until he had completely disappeared from
her view. Griffin had landed close by and was taking calculated steps to
discover his new surroundings. But now, Grayson was simply a memory, one that
Lila could revisit in her times of reflection about that first moment of Grayson’s
maiden flight when his gossamer silk carried him away from Bluegate.
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