Wonders and Woes

So, the summer progresses. While I have not always been able to maintain the "Content and Serene" mindset that we wished, I am having enough flashes of joy, beauty, and brilliance that life remains tolerable :o). I was never sure that I would be able to be serene for a long period of time anyway....it is not~in~keeping with my utterly passionate soul!! I shan't let being apart from my True Love for a time bring me into turmoil, especially when just the fact that we love each other so ineffably, and will be together forever is so incredibly gloriously magnificently wonderful!! We shall hold one another soon....but not nearly soon enough.

I found a magnificent park nearby, where I go and read every chance that I get. When I wander into the shimmering green radiance, it seems I have found my very own portal to Lorien, or the Greenwood of old where the fae yet dwell! The air was misty, and there was a delicious breeze.....all was "gold and green" and I am certain that I saw sly, playful dryads glancing at me from around the trees. I came across a pile of flowers on the woodland path, and it seemed like a chance-dropped bouquet of the Faerie Queen as she went about her realm with a procession of merry minstrels. Glancing above to a still-bowery tree some distance over my head gave a more prosaic explanation....but ones fancies are ever so much more delightful than prosaic reality!

Slowly, I roamed the paths of the wood, finding often some small bit of loveliness. It thrilled me to think that perhaps I alone had stopped to enjoy these vingettes of joy, teeming with lustre and life. Beside me was a blooming canvas of leaf and vine, on which were caught little jewels of colour like the festal garments of some creature of pure mirth, flung upon the waiting growth in wild abandon. All about me, the forest slept. It was the well-deserved rest of the celebrant, after a eventide of gleeful revelry, lasting into the deepest velvety black of night. When at last the sun arose and dawn burst forth in all its golden glory, the ethereal devotees would cast their sacred raiment aside, to fall where it would among the lush greenery.

It is left for me to see: the aftermath of an untamed and jubilant woodland saturnalia! Now, the dryads in their trees forms were quiet and still. Not an ent did I see striding purposefully about, nor a sprightly young birch maiden frisking carelessly. A delicate gossamer mist hung in the air, while the fancies and dreams of the revelers still shone on occasion through the haze of slumber. How I should like someday to take part in the merry night-time galas. Many times in my dreams do I dance with the fauns and fae on a carpet of green, and who is to say that my soul does not truly join these beings while my mortal body lies abed! Memories come to me unbidden of such times; when free of the fetters of reality, my spirit and that of my soul-mate whirled rapturoulsy together on the substance Gaia, to a timeless and eternal tune played by the Lord of the Dance. And what did we dance? The Dance of Life.

And such is the proccess of my thoughts and fancies! Sorry to ramble so, but I do adore trying to reach out and grasp the flashes of supernal bliss that come to me, and try to flesh them out and share them with a world that seems so devoid of such joy.