Category: A Return To Innocence

“When we find them, answers come.”

Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you.
Buttercup: But how can you be sure?
Westley: This is true love-you think this happens every day?

Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn’t you wait for me?
Buttercup: Well…you were dead.
Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
Buttercup: i will never doubt again.
Westley: There will never be a need.

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“As I drove home last night, the streets were mostly empty, and downtown felt wide open and welcoming.

I thought to myself, ‘What makes a town feel like home to me?’ – for where I live surely has many of these qualifications.

Then I dreamed I was in a place like Portland, and having walked into a bar/restaurant, realized that the drunk and grungy, street-hardened group hanging out there was not my kind of energy.

I left and soon found myself in a health-type grocery store checking out the discounted items of herbal samples and lotions.

I remembered that I used to like making simple leaf and flower combinations, and that I also enjoyed the feel of nourishing creams soaking into my skin with enlivening smells of subtle flower petal additions, such as earthy calendula.

When I happened to look down at the floor, I noticed that very small and polished natural stones had been accidentally dropped here and there, and began following the broken trail as I collected them.

I was often bending over at their level and thus caught the eyes of passing children – who also began collecting as we shared a secret exchange of momentary glee in our separate hunts for pretty gemlings.

A wall disappeared, revealing an open, bright-lit river bank along the store’s entrance where booths had recently been taken down from a community art show event.

As I approached one spot, I noticed that a previous crystal booth’s vendors had left a spread out swath of flat, polished stones of agate, bloodstone, and more types on the ground, and so I sat down on them, feeling their warm heat from having absorbed the sun’s rays radiating into me.

Completely drawing inward, I lifted some strands of my hair that were dangling forward and examined their colors refracting in light, above and in contrast to the sparkling stones below, as I breathed in the smell of green grass and sweet riparian foliage ambiance replenishing my vitaliry.

People passed by, but left me alone, as I basked in my own being’s return to simple innocence and wonder.”

“Seeing the constellation’s looming splendor makes me happy.”

“Suddenly, I found myself ice-skating on a river with a thickened surface they had prepared for me, and I was the actress they were filming.

Why, and by what characteristics had I qualified?

But I didn’t mind – in fact, it was quite pleasant to have a synergy of interest with creative people coordinating day lighting, sharing cues and prompts, and just playing with the feel of water flowing over ice as my skates slid and glided.

I was mesmerized by the feel and flow of the river’s curves shloopimg ’round, the brisk air against my face as I passed through the breeze, and the varying shapes, colors, and shadows morphing by in the landscape.

My legs felt weak, but if I kept the strokes short, slow, and directly under me with only slight leaning while tilting, I made good progress – and had reason to believe that I might over time get stronger at this.

The experience was quite uplifting, refreshing, and liberating!

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(This mornimg’s dream)

“To a cat, money nary crosses the mind.”

Motor scooter skate board with handles
Coasting by at speed, right thigh exposed

A young woman in evening summer dress
Golden-yellow fabric undulating behind her

Flexing &
Expanfing

Understanding
And Growing