dream seeds
October 20, 2006
Where does one come by dream seeds?
how does one know the way
to enter into mists of magick?
letting chambers locked and closed for years
creak…creak… sloowwwwly opening the door…
Enchanteuer my dear, come hither
Is it you have called me here? May I have my packet of seeds?
May I try my wings? That shall be a sight to see -
a flying bear.
MotherBear
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Oh MotherBear I would love to see you flying. I tried out my wings yesterday and got a bit lost, couldn’t locate the GPS, so I put my hand on the unicorn medallion and said Enchanteur - fly me home! And voila! I was back at my desk. I noticed that the dog was giving me an odd look - I think she knows I have been journeying again…
There were some dream seeds in the bottom of your bag Mother Bear. Perhaps you did not have the spectacles on so you simply didn’t see them there. And the image is just wonderful. I do love bears. Our Koala is not really a bear when compared to these creatures. More like a cuddly soft toy.
How many of you readers out there went “Ohhhhhhhh….how cute…..” when you saw this image.
Yep, oohhhhddd and haadddd with the best of them. A flying bear, that does have me smiling as I write! Just imagine - you look up and a bear is spanned by Macaws, they are chatting, eating scones and honey, hoping they’re on the flight path to Paddington railway station! Lovely post.
yes, a flying bear, a sight to see…have you figured where to plant your dream seeds yet?
sage
When things go “to seed” in my garden, it would appear to the quick and the greedy, that all is lost, and the lush tastes of summer shall never return. But the seed “knows” that appearance is often just a lie clothed in rags. The seed knows its work, and merely waits for the season that will call it back to life.
Here’s to the seed in us all!
Frogita of The Clinch