Tuesday, February 4, 2014

A little mid-week story

There's a million and one voices out there in the woods beyond our little dormant rose garden. It is bone-chilling cold, and the sky holds a strange color that to me is more than just the insignia of what the naked eye sees... it is a mingling of perplexing sentiments in shades of cobalt and very deep light blue.
 
I am sitting by the big square table in the all window sun-lit dinning room; right across the window facing north... facing the woods surrounding our home; reflecting on all these things, as I concentrate on contemplating how my little world evolves, and revolves around me... minute by minute.

 
Squirrels knocked on my window several times during the day just to said "hello" and amazing little creatures gathered around the squirrels bath to pose for my lens. 
 
 
Have you ever seen anything as adorable as this? 
 
 
 
I love birds.  I do I do! 
 
 
I must had been a bird before I became a girl by birth one day.  Really, deep inside me I have the vague recollection of having flown with birds...  I used to dream that almost every night when growing up. 
 
 
Love my mourning doves...
there's something about them...
Harbingers of magic, perhaps?


I was meditating on all these things when all of a sudden I heard a most disturbing sound outside... someone calling me?  Of course, you know me... I couldn't resist the temptation of finding out what it was... curiosity is a strong string in me you know. Thus, having no power whatsoever within me to obey other than the call I heard, out I went...
 
 
I looked up, I looked down and around until... there it was again—the distinctive, deep, resonant prruk-prruk-prruk call I had heard before. Which, by the way, to an inexperienced listener like me it sounded just  like a witch's crackle...
 
 
Yes yes, you have heard it before—the high dry, grating kraa, like a low guttural rattle of an almost musical nature.  Could it be... oh dear me could it be? Witches I'm sure! But now? This is just February!  Are witches allowed to come out before Halloween?  You tell me! 
 

The witch I thought I'd seen disappeared so fast in front my eyes that I was left to believe it was just the ravens...  After all, there were a couple of large northern ravens frolicking in the garden... Perhaps they were laughing about somebody? Every time I hear the call of ravens I get the strangest sensation that they're laughing at me... do you feel that way too?

Did you know that ravens can mimic sounds from their environment, including human speech? Pretty creepy I would say!

Shoo... I said. Go away! But they kept laughing for some time more, until finally they disappeared behind the horizon. I still believe they were witches checking the territory....


“A witch who is bored might do ANYTHING"
 
;)
 
 

11 comments :

  1. Good day to you Mistress of the garden...I see the very stylish witch from the north has found her way to your new enchanted abode. I bet you wonder how she found her way so far south in coldest of winters.
    Not many know that the ravens are notorious for their gossiping and love to tell the witches of all the comings and goings in the enchanted spaces. Their keen little eyes miss nothing, even the very swift and tricky fairies who do their very best to hide in the forest until night falls when they come out to dance and play by the light of the fire flies. I have heard it to be told that even though the fairies and the witches both live in that special place between worlds where magic abounds and anything is possible, they have an on going rivalry. More winters ago than anyone can remember the fairy Queen Isabeau was watching one winters eve when the good witch Moira was working on a very special spell. Isabeau dressed in a gown of shimmering white blended with the falling snow and as she sat perched on a branch of the wise old oak, as Moira whispered the words that made the season change from winter to spring. As the snow melted and the trees started to bud, Isabeau no longer was invisible and Moira was less than pleased to find her special spell had been observed. Moira moved her wand to cast a spell of silence on Isabeau, but she was not fast enough as fairies move with the speed of a moon beam. To this day you can sometimes find the witches in the forest casting the spell to change the seasons and if they are not spied upon by the tricky little fairies, the seasons change, otherwise winter continues.
    A story for a story my friend....good night to you.
    Sherry

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    1. Dear Ms. Sherry... here, on these parts of the magical woods a different story enfolds... different imps and pixies dwell here... in the willow of the streams, and in the hazel of the rocks and the elder of the marshes and twinkles of the waterfalls... and even witches come out from time to time... witches whose pets the ravens are sent before them to inspect the land and search for possible presence of humans and hostilities against her.... And there too, lives a very strange witch—in this parts of the woods, I mean. Normal looking on the outside, but definitely a witch nevertheless. Folks talked about her being raised by an old black woman who found her crying near the creek one day. Fairies and witches don't usually get along around here. Witches are shadows. Fairies are made of light and that make them creatures forged from the dust of stars which once lighted the heavens and ceased to exist long ago. Any way, always love a good story.. thank YOU for taking me to the moon and back. Your bloggy sister..

      Cielo

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  2. Oh yes, your Witch is so stylish.... :-)

    I so want her stockings.... -sighhhhhh-

    And I love, love, love the quote!!!!

    Tessa~

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    1. Tessa... ummm, let's see. What can we do to steal the witch's stockings? We'll come up with a plan on her next visit... I'm sure we can get them for you! ;)

      Cielo

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  3. I agree, witches are still stirring about. One lives in my woods beyond the fields. She pops out from time to time for a chat, but this one is very strange; strange indeed. She will often walk around talking to herself and wringing her ash covered hands. (True story)
    I hope you have nicer witches in your area.

    Stay safe and keep those delightful stories coming.

    Barefoot Roses

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    1. Oh do tell... tell us more of that story! I can hardly wait for the next chapter! Yes?

      Cielo

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  4. You are finding and heeding your magic!

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    1. I do.... I am... I hope! ;) So much to tell you my dear friend! Checking my emails right now!

      Love ya!

      Cielo

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  5. Oh, and when you have a minute, please check your mail. I sent you some photos!

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    1. Ahhh dear Gayla! I'm so humbled and thankful by this special gift.... I can't even begin to tell you how much it means to me. THANK YOU... from the bottom of my little heart.

      Love and hugs

      Cielo

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  6. Gayla... please read the email I just sent you.

    Cielo

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