Friday, August 21, 2015

Dancing around Fire

hypnopompic hallucinations
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“This vegetarian lifestyle really sucks,” Dina sighed, tugging at the weeds surrounding peas, tomatoes, and beans.

Dewy leaves now were dried in mid-day sun. Dina stretched and arched her back, standing to look around fields. People and friends just like her hard at work on summer harvest.  What life had been when all of this began…

Oh the times Dina relished when she had whirled around nightly fires, sparks rising up into a black sky.  Fairies had danced upon her fingertips and elves had woven rainbows through her hair. Dina had laughed, swirling and loving all in a colorful world.

Now hippy life and love appeared less and less meaningful after three years. The world now was black and white, the fires less, and fairies gone.  Dropping the clumps of weeds to the ground, Dina strode along the damp earth.

All things come to an end.

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Also, many thanks to Delores at Under the Porch Light who started this writing stir up, and to Elephant's Child who took up the slack when Delores' computer went all wonky. And also to River who took up the baton to pass on.






Go on with it!  Fling yourself out into the unknown!


20 comments:

  1. What kind of weed was surrounding the peas? It could have been the reason she was seeing elves and fairies.

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    1. No, those were in the "other" garden.

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  2. Oh I like where you took this, and how you made use of the words... sometimes we need the fire more than the peas. Brava Susan!

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  3. Thanks! Yet, right now, I would love a batch of fresh picked peas!

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  4. I do hope she finds her way back to colour again.
    This is beautiful but (perhaps it is my mood) I am finding it very sad too.

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    1. I know. My college years were of that era, and many hippies were friends. I often wonder where they are and what they are doing.
      As a straight-laced farm girl, I remained that way, but admired them.

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  5. Sometimes things sure lose their luster after the initial wow phase

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  6. I suppose that's why so many hippie communes eventually petered out.

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    1. Do you know anything about a town called Cardiff-by-the-Sea? I call that the "town where hippies finish their final years/die".That, and Sedona, AZ.

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  7. Hi human, Susan,

    My human remembers his hippy daze, um, days. Would be nice if the colour aka color, returned. The wee folks would want that.

    Nicely crafted, human, Susan.

    Pawsitive wishes and doggy kisses,

    Penny xx

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    1. Penny the Punster! Tell your human that I never lived that lifestyle, sadly or not.

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  8. After the luster is worn clean and all the chocolate is eaten, then what?

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    1. Chocolate...oh..I wanted brownies so badly yesterday!

      Once all is gone, what is left?

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  9. "All things come to an end"
    As they must, especially if you are no longer enjoying what you began.
    Growing and weeding isn't for everyone as Dina found out.
    I suspect she needs more artistic magic in her life.

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    1. In agreement here. Dina needs color/colour, not dirt.

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  10. I don't want to believe that all things come to an end...can I pretend a little longer?

    Good write.

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  11. Excellent use of Wednesday Words. There was some personal nostalgia involved. We still grow our own peas. We were an admirable and demonstrative influence in the '60s that made a counterculture look like a lot more fun than it really was --on a stage set for Haydn's Farewell Symphony. But I hope we left a social enthusiasm for peace and justice.

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    1. Awe, the 60s. I was in H.S., a farm girl who was rarely let loose. Now, I speak out.

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