This is a re-post from Estelea’s Blog, and I take no credit whatsoever in the writing of this post. That being said, I’m just re-posting simply because, I just love the way it was being written:
The cold air tickles my nose and ears. The sun is my sweetest pashmina, caressing my face and arms. My soul welcomes the forest’s unique flagrance where leaves and nuts fall onto the humid earth. I can feel my heart smiling on every breath I take.
I only went out for a walk and time has stopped. The centenarian trees get the perspectives right. See me, see them. Who is in charge?
Forests have always been my playground. I grew up in the historical city of Fontainebleau, kingdom of kings and emperors. If those trees would talk, they would picture dramatic hunting games, Napoleon’s most intimate dramas, but also some juicy gossips of the Court…
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
Credit: (c)raincountry.com
I thought this was beautifully written. Full of soul. Heart-felt. And a little poetic, even. The picture speaks of emotions I cannot even describe in plain, simple words. It can only be felt deep within and I can feel it running through my veins.
Makes me want to walk out of my high-rise apartment and get away from this noisy city for a little of a quiet walk into the woods to silence my crowded head.
Dearest French Mama, I hope you don’t mind me sharing your beautifully crafted piece here.
For the umpteenth time in 3 weeks, I came home late, but just in time to catch the kids in bed seconds before they drifted off to sleepy land.
As I crept in quietly into Squirt’s room to say good night one evening, I noticed that Squirt was just about to drift off as I advanced towards him. I looked at him, stroked his head and murmured a soft goodnight. He immediately lighted up, almost sprung up on me and started to jabber away incoherently. He was so happy to chat.
While I felt a little guilty that I had woken him up, I was just as happy to indulge him. I sat next to him and started to stroke his cheeks gently – a discovery I made when he was a baby to make him literally go limp! He loves being stroked on the cheeks and on his forehead, and usually it is a sure fire way to get him drift off to sleep quite quickly.
Squirt has also recently cultivated a habit where he would complain of “itchy” or “pain” on mostly his feet and he would subsequently pull my hand towards where he would want me to soothe his “itch” or “pain”. If I stop, he will get annoyed. He would automatically “command” me to continue by putting his hands on my hand and direct it towards the very spot again for as many times as it takes.
When I thought he (or me for that matter) has had enough, I kissed him goodnight and left. He would usually be OK with it, but that evening, he cried his guts out, wailing hysterically and going “Mama! Mama!” It has been days since I saw him at bedtime, and I felt a little gutted.
At the same time, that feeling of being so wanted and needed by a child (something which I don’t get very much of with Spud when she was younger) is incredibly priceless!
This image came on my Twitter feed quite a while ago:
Source: Twitter
The most common English name for this butterfly is Glasswinged Butterfly. Mainly found in South America, it lacks the coloured scaled found in other butterflies and thus, the tissue between the veins of its wings looks like glass.
My first thought when I saw the image was that perhaps a fairy has forgotten to put colours on the butterfly! Sounds ridiculous, I know, but the reason I thought that, was simply because it reminded me of one Tinker Bell’s movie series – if I’m not wrong, it was entitled Tinkle Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue.
In that movie series, one of the fairies, whose job was to paint butterflies, had accidentally fumbled at her job. She could not paint the butterfly in time and the little unfinished creature flew off, only to be discovered by Lizzy, the little human girl who believes in fairies. Her father who works as a scientist with a fascination for butterflies however, does not believe in fairies. (But of course! So guess what happened?)
Source: Google Image
As you can tell, thanks to Spud, I have been watching too much Disney movies. But this post is not about Disney movies. It really is about this Glasswinged Butterfly which fascinated me.
Isn’t nature amazing? Such a beautiful creature!
Or perhaps, a fairy did really forget to paint the wings!
