First, early morning light through apple blossom, bluebells. She has too much work to do, but part of this work should be walking and dreaming. So She takes the bowl from the studio and we head up the hill together, woman, three dogs, bowl and me, Pixie.
The morning now is green grass and sunshine, east wind, early.
On top of the hill we wander and look and sniff and listen, and then it begins, a strange noise, a humming, a rising summoning of dragons. The wind still blows and carries the bowl's song, throwing it high into the air with the skylark exultation and even when She stops the bowl goes on, and on, and on. Beautiful, with the sea song, bird song, wind song, bowl song.
And did they come, on wings of fire blazing glory across a blue sky? Wait, and watch, and see. But most of all........... listen.
such magic!
ReplyDeletePixie, never question what she does, it must be for a reason?
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Sea song, bird song, wind song, bowl song...
ReplyDeleteI like that, and Pixie's listening face... I wonder who else might have heard and wondered at the strange voice weaving through the wind? And from which world?
The two close-ups of Pixie are priceless.
ReplyDeleteI love your statement that part of your work is the walking and dreaming.
On my thursday's post on Lizzie's Logic, I've given you an award for helping make life good with your blog!
ReplyDeleteLove the photos - I have a ginger cat with a white bib called Fox - he is getting a bit old and sick but he still roams the fields and catches mice.
ReplyDeletePixie - what a magical face, what a lovely moment. Such priceless treasures for us all.
ReplyDeleteWhat stunning pictures - especially of Pixie (she has an absolutely beautiful little face :-) )
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