In times of disruption, distress, creativity can be a safety we exercise. A bit of visioneering fantasy visited earlier.
Living in the woods with trees, briars and brambles, pine straw and leaf ground cover, and wild creatures for the closest neighbors, it is sometimes surprising what one sees.
The peace and quiet are always surrounding here. In the Springtime, the songbirds return to fill the air with rousing melodies. Over recent days since the noise is reduced with us sequestered, the small sounds are magnified.
Walking around communing with nature, eyes wide open, ears alert, a heart seeking peace, there are times when the world becomes fascinating.
Stopping to look at a wildflower, the quiet broken by the clip of hooves touching the earth is rare here, indeed, but miracles happen when we can believe. A flash of white, bright as lightning, glimpsed as a creature mythical, came closer like a reassuring dream. Breath consumed by the beauty of his appearance, feet between, not daring to touch, but only observing.
Eyes meet in a time beyond time, great love and compassion are translated through his gaze. His horn shining golden bright, he nods his head.
Whispered, “Will all this be alright? Is there reason to hope?”
His head nods again, then he shifts, so his mane falls like a waterfall.
“There is so much pain, fear.”
He shakes his head, then lowers it and closes his eyes.
“Prayer. The world needs prayer.”
He opens his luminous eyes and nods. He lifts his head high, nickers, and turns. As he drew away all the fears, panic, worries seemed to fade. He looked over his shoulder with a nod, and then raced away. The peace and love exuded during his visit sent doubt flying like the trail of his tail as he disappeared out of sight.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
I am a great admirer of unicorns. I draw them at times. This time, well, writing seemed correct.