Become a Fan
By Evelyn Norris
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
Woman resting in the shade of a tree and random thoughts.
by Evelyn Norris
Lying flat on her back,she looked up into a sea of green lace. She was reminded of a lady's gown she saw when she was just a small child as she sat on the stairs and watched a grown up party.
The gown floated with every move the lady made as she danced across the polished floor, her reflection gracing the room.
As she gazed, bemused, into the green lake above, she was totally relaxed, totally alive and released from all tensions down to the tip of her toes.
The soles of her feet tingled in anticipation of the release of her senses to the freedom of just being herself.
Above her head she could see the gentle, soothing waves the green leaves made in the summer air. She felt inundated in jades, apple greens, and darker shades that she thought of as being forest green. The breeze moved all around and over her, touching, refreshing as cool water would. It caressed her skin and ruffled her hair.
The freshly mowed grass upon which she lay smelled of watermelon. The scent was so strong she could move her tongue and taste it. Even as her mind recognized the fact that there was no watermelon, she longed to dip into the heart of a Dixie Queen and spit black seeds over the grass.
One hand moved slowly, imbedding itself in a tuft of grass. Blades tickled her palm. A tiny black ant crawled across the back of her hand and she crushed it between her fingers, afraid of its bite. The acrid odor of the crushed body made her nostrils sting.
She thought, "wonderful peace."
Rising to her feet she reached out and touched the giant oak under which she lay.
She pulled a tiny bit of gray moss from the tree trunk, touched it to her lips and tasted mushrooms, moulding wood, and season upon season of sun, wind, rain, and snow. Even on the trunk there were varying shades, from dirty white, some colors as dark as a forest in deep shade, some as bright and new as fresh mint in the spring.
"My old Friend". She spoke aloud.
Slowly she crossed a narrow space of lawn and stood beneath a weeping willow, the wands covering her like a shower of green water. She pulled a leaf loose, feeling as if she had to take some part of it into herself. She bit into a leaf, its bitter taste suerprising her, and she wondered at this oddity, that it should be so lovely, but have acid in its juice. "So now you have your revenge."
she said to the tree.
The resilient branches of the tree bent with the gentle pressure of her fingertips, and she knew it could be changed into any shape she desired.
"How different from the old oak". she said to herself. The oak had stood in state for at least two hundred years, but could not bend in the wind as the willow. "How like some people. Staid and proud and arogant in their stance."
The willow moved easily in any breeze that chanced to come its way. And graced its small world with flowing beauty. The oak could not move, but could be broken easily by the storms of life.
The wind sighing through the trees, a mockingbird singing its medley of many calls, a meadow lark down by the pond all blended into one perfect moment in time.
She released her breath slowly so as not break this spell and was brought into a sure knowledge that we are all part of the whole, and nothing was complete without each person or thing ever created.
She wondered if a blind prson must feel this way, with all their senses, with their total being. "We could all be at peace if we had this assurance that we are all part of some magnificent adventure, and if we knew that each act and each word was a part of a gigantic tapestry of life, would we still be as we are?"
She had moments of peace, but would never forget the tranquility of that summer day as she lay beneath the giant oak and gazed into the greensea.
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