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Friday, January 22, 2010

Receiving Messages

One evening, as dusk melted into the tree-line and the dim sparkle of distant flames began to glow overhead, the gal of ferns and moss strolled out into the fields. Her feet felt full of pins, her knees ached to run, and deep inside her abdomen danced a hard ball of adrenaline.

She was wrapped up so deep inside her self, she almost tripped right over the quivering cottontail bunched up in the fescue. "Excuse me," he said as he sat his ground. The gal quickly stepped back and mumbled an apology, something about Distracted and Flight and Need to Run. The cottontail looked kindly at the gal and said "No, I don't think that's it at all. I think you need to stop. To listen. To be patient." The gal sighed shakily and raised one eyebrow. "But I don't have time to stop, I have these deadlines, these dates, these hundred hands pulling, these few stomaches grumbling, these thousand shining bullet points on the shackles of To Do. I have to figure it out Now. I have to. I have to."


They stood an eternity, eyeing the six feet of atmosphere between them. Two hot saltine tears hit the grass. In a voice so quiet the gal wasn't sure if it came from the ground or the sky, the cottontail said "Wait. You can not run and fight at the same time. Those wispy trails of inspiration are not impressed with your hurry, you can not chase them down, you can not grab them with a clenched fist. Wait. They will come to you, they always have, they always will. But you must wait."


He combed one ear as he watched the gal. He nodded at her silence. And then with a flash of white tail and a dull grassy thud he was gone. But the gal stood still. She would wait. She would wait with all her heart and all the faith she could muster. And it would come.

Receiving Messages: Wait
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6 comments:

MrsLittleJeans said...

Now dear Kelly,

If the rabbit is telling you to slow down, then you absolutely must (you know, wabbits being the ones who are always in a rush). And by the way, this rabbit is very handsome. Lovely tale! : )

PS-Don't worry...you will be smashing at your exhibit.

Michaela Dawn:Windy Woman said...

...and it looks as though, for this lovely lady, inspiration sprung:)

Good Girls Studio said...

That is one wise wascaly wabbit!

Hope you can slow down & enjoy your weekend!

RosyRevolver said...

This put a tear in my eye.

Your writing is almost holy. Very poignant, very moving. I understand this post. Taking it to heart tonight.

UmberDove said...

Happy to report: many many hours that flew by like the pinecones outside my windows (meaning fast and flippy, then an evening away with friends, dinner and drinks that lasted into the wee hours of the morning. Just what the doctor ordered.

she said...

you already know, but i'm here to say this is incredible...