Where The Unicorns Play ~ Anywhere They Want

WHERE the Unicorns Play—Ooooooooo in the wild forests of our imaginations. Yeah. Well, at least in mine.

Forests where the imagination lives to create.

Where do Unicorns play?

Anywhere they want, of course.

Like who is going to stop them? Hmm? Park Rangers?  The Thought Police?

Loreena McKennitt ~ Night Ride Across the Caucasus

Dream Journey ~The Last Unicorn ~ Qntal

Unicorns play in  The Magic Forest of the Mind.

music by David Arkenstone, “Magic Forest”

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Unicorns play in dreamlands.

Forest Elves

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my heart shall see light
hön’marën kena-uva kala

our hearts shall be forever
indönya ullumeá

go forth, rest in dreamland
nör’ande sëra mi lorien

i’ll soon be there
îm’eri ratö naya

Wait for me my love
larya nîn mëlissè

You know I’m here
le sinte îma sinomë

To join you in dreams
ána sama lemî oloorë

You have nothing to fear
le ar’uunèr ana kaurë

Fiery sun, begone
uur’anor wannëa

Moonlight, protect us,
isilme va’arya

Heaven’s star, shine through,
telume siila tere

Flame of hell, vanish
na’are utumno wanya

Lonely voice, cold and bare
erüma, helkàda

Wandering alone,
raanè ressè

Asleep, yet awake
lörna à’kuilä

Safe in dreams
Vàrna mi’olör

Shelter from the storm
türma ei ràumo

Here
Sinomë

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Into the West (Suite) ~ Patrick Doyle composer

If you can’t see the horn reset your imagination.

This is what came to my mind and I’m sticking with it for today. Tomorrow might be another story.

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As soon as I get my questionable act together, links to other themes will be  forthcoming.  This theme was Lisa’s idea. 🙂

Bear ~ http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/where-the-unicorns-play-music-theme/

Lisa ~~ http://undergroundenergy.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/music-theme-where-the-unicorns-play/comment-page-1/#comment-4435

Johnny ~~ http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/music-theme-where-the-unicorns-play/

Maddie ~~ https://1earthunite.wordpress.com/2014/10/10/%e2%99%aawhere-unicorns-play-music-themes/#comments

Willow ~~ http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/music-theme-where-the-unicorns-play/#comment-18740

John ~~ http://johnbalaya.com/2014/10/10/music-theme-where-the-unicorns-play/

 

Dreaming? ~ Calling Dreams and Dreamers ~ Music Theme for 5 January 2014

Music Theme for Sunday the 5th of January 2014 ~~ dream ~~ all variations of the word are in play. I do mean ALL. Break the concept open and explore as you wish.

 

Hope is a waking dream. ~ Aristotle

 

Calling Dreams ~~ Forest Elves ~ original song~

Forest Elves Forest Elves

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HAMLET:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;

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Definition of dream from –> http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/us/definition/american_english/dream

noun

  • a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep:I had a recurrent dream about falling from great heights
  •  [in singular] a state of mind in which someone is or seems to be unaware of their immediate surroundings:he had been walking around in a dream all day
  •  a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal:I fulfilled a childhood dream when I became championthe girl of my dreams[as modifier]:they’d found their dream home
  •  an unrealistic or self-deluding fantasy:maybe he could get a job and earn some money—but he knew this was just a dream
  •  a person or thing perceived as wonderful or perfect:her new man’s an absolute dreamit was a dream of a backhandshe’s a couturier’s dream

verb (past and past participle dreamedor dreamt /dremt/)

[no object]

  • 1experience dreams during sleep:dreamed about her last night
  •  [with object] see, hear, or feel (something) in a dream:maybe you dreamed it[with clause]:I dreamed that I was going to be executed
  •  indulge in daydreams or fantasies, typically about something greatly desired:she had dreamed of a trip to Italy
  •  [with object] (dream time away) waste one’s time in a lazy, unproductive way.
  • 2 [with negative] contemplate the possibility of doing something or that something might be the case:I wouldn’t dream of foisting myself on you[with clause]:I never dreamed anyone would take offense

 

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Forest Elves music info:

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Trees & Forest musical leaves churning, turning and ferning.

Oh deer Bear,  this has been such a mind bender for picking music related to trees and forests. Once you get going with this theme you may as well be lost without a compass or sight of the stars at night to navigate by. There are so many wonderful tunes and images everywhere to enjoy. I got so ‘lost’ just enjoying The World Rainforest Festival scene that I forgot  my goal here for a time. LOL.  But seriously, folks, it’s damn clear that many people really do love the natural world and find all sorts of ways of expressing and sharing it.  I don’t understand how the big exploitative corporations get away with any of the destructive things they do at will with so many nature lovers everywhere to stop them. Perhaps it’s just a matter of uniting everyone and directing our attention on all the problems full force in order to create positive change for every living thing’s benefit? Mayhap.

Everyone is invited to share their forest and trees music and images here and over at bearspawprint where there are more selections–which I have NOT peaked at yet–I swear I’ve not!  If you decide to create your own post on this theme, please leave a link here or with bear to it! Let’s explore the interconnectedness of all things gleefully at will!

Bearspawprint:

http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/10/03/six-music-selections-within-the-theme-of-trees-and-forests-2/

Okay, this will be familiar to those of you following the Breakfast Specials. I just had to include it for those not reading along who may have missed it. There’s just something about this collaborative musical effort by the Forest Elves that I can’t shake. So once again hear the Forest Elves original song, Cry of the Forest.

Forest Elves ~ Cry of the Forest

http://www.facebook.com/ForestElvesMusic
http://soundcloud.com/Forest-Elves

Please note, this song is free to use, but please credit us and contact us so that we know where it is being used!

Merry’s Personal Channel:
http://www.youtube.com/merryberrymusic

Jordi’s Personal Channel:
http://www.youtube.com/etherealwinds

© Photography by Cathleen Tarawhiti 2007 – 2012 –
“Enchanted Forest”
http://cathleentarawhiti.deviantart.com/
Permission to use photograph.

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What’s forest story without some crazy love and tragic magic?  Yes, I’ve developed a ‘thing’ for trying to support artists trying to make a name for themselves–hence the links and information supplied for any interested parties.

The Willow Maid  by Erutan (katethegreat19)

Erutan music upload

Published on Jun 18, 2013

‘The Willow Maid’ – original song © 2009 Erutan/Kate Covington From my debut album, “Raindancer”
Song inspired by the tree sprites of Celtic Mythology ~

If you would like to support my music and purchase ‘The Willow Maid’ any of the songs from my album, ‘Raindancer’, in mp3, FLAC, or physical CD format, please try the links below! Any support is deeply appreciated! ;_;

iTunes: (for Apple mp3)
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/rai…

Loudr.fm (for FLAC and mp3)
http://www.loudr.fm/release/raindance…

Official Erutan Website (for physical CD copies!)
http://www.erutanmusic.com/raindancer

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Hey, who doesn’t love ants? LOL.

The Beauty of Polish Forests

2digif upload

The music in the video was composed by the great composer Adrian von Ziegler.

You can download his music from iTunes:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/ad…

Also check other profiles:
http://adrianvonziegler.bandcamp.com/
http://facebook.com/adrianvonziegler

“The beauty of Polish forests” was recorded in a beautiful nature reserve near Lubniewice. The video is a non-profit project.

Do not forget to visit our of Facebook 🙂
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Well, what can I say—I love this music by Enya. That’s why it’s here.

Enya “The Memory of Trees”

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This I just could not resist including. It either works for you or it doesn’t. But I don’t think it leaves anyone indifferent.

Otherworld: Redwood Forest Dance

Sommerfilms

To Watch Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKawGo… © SommerFilms, 2007
Excerpt “Redwood trees”  pat of photo/video project OtherWorld Journeys. http://www.sommerfilms.org/

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Yeahhhhhhh. Not as intense as their incredible,  “I don’t Speak Human” –but a lot of fun. You’ll have to use your imagination for the images in this one. Hmmmm.

Omnia   Love in the Forest

upload Elf0Fantasy

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For a change of beat indeed.

Deep Forest   “Forest Hymn”

upload passer59

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Because people do so much of this kind of thing it can make your head spin.

Redwoods Music

Upload by sandiaman1

music Deep Forest by Deep Forest

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A lot of folks do this too–chill out and breathe deep.

A Walk in the Forest ~ Relax Music and Nature Sounds

Chiyolshido upload

Okay. I’m going to hit ‘publish’ then go see what’s playing at bear’s blogcasa.  Please do come along for the dance.

http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/10/03/six-music-selections-within-the-theme-of-trees-and-forests-2/

Breakfast Special, #28, “Fair Trade Creed Reads,” pt. 3 ~ Just Two Guys On A Roof

Sarge shook his head. “Anton, I honestly do not know. This is not the sort of thing any man lays out for a woman he cares about. It’s not a question of forgive and forget. It’s more like: how can you be so damned stupid for so damn long that you may as well be deaf, dumb and blind and then some.”

“My bones are hummin’ that you owe me fair intel trade. Now pay up or you eat a lot of snow when you hit bottom after flyin’ off this here roof.”

“Anton, slim jim that you are, I do believe you would find a way to do what no other man has done yet and throw my shit kicking ass off this roof. Give me a minute to think how to start.” Sarge watched the clouds while quietly inhaling and exhaling until he was fairly certain he had the nerve to say what he needed to say. “What I mailed to my mother were photocopies of a book I found. This f’n little book belongs to my dad. I found it when I was taking care of some electrical problem that my mother asked me to fix at my parents’ home.  I was not looking for the damned thing. Hell, I didn’t even know it existed. But I know it’s his alright because everything in it is in his handwriting. You know how some guys brag about their little black books?

“I read.”

“Well, my dad has a little grey book. That it’s grey is not the only difference between it and a little black book.”

“So he got some side action going. Lots of men do.  Don’t mean they don’t love their main women.”

“Anton, if only, if only that were the long and short of it. You ever see a black book with so many names and contact intel in it that extra pages have been added for the overflow? What kind of man has a black book like that? I can think of only one kind. It hurts so bad just thinking it that I can’t even say the word. I know you read me here.”

“I get that. But what this book got to do with you? That’s his dark shit.”

“Yeah, well, I have slept with a lot of women in that book.”

“What you mean by a lot?”

“Nowhere near even a quarter of the names in it. But that’s still a lot. Honestly, I don’t know, Anton.  I can’t make an accurate count because for a few years farther back, up until about five years ago, I was so out of my head swimming blind in booze, fighting like a lunatic and screwing constantly twenty-four seven that there may as well be a black hole in my mind when it comes to any clear memory of just about anything or anyone from that time in my life. What I know is that there is not a single woman whose name and face I do remember, who is not in that book. Bottom line, every woman I’ve ever had any sort of relationship with, her name is written in that little grey book. What further f’s up my head is that I liked a lot of them enough to try to get some traction with them for something more than fun between the sheets. Now I think I know why I couldn’t get anything real going with any of them. I wasn’t supposed to.  He, my dad, set it up so that I couldn’t. Here I’ve been thinking for years that I’m a complete ass when it comes to women, when all along I had no chance in hell with any of them from the get go.”

“Except for sex?”

“Yeah, except for sex big time. What really makes my skin crawl is that I never picked up any of these women on any street corners, dives or even high-toned red spots. Every single one of them I met at my parents’ home or at one of my brothers’ homes or their friends’. Now my brothers are all married, as are most of their friends. Keep that in mind. Personally, I wouldn’t have anything to do with any of their wives, even if I was paid to play with them. All along they’re telling me they’re bringing home potential baby breeders so I’ll straighten up and fly right like the rest of them. This is some deep serious irony, Anton. Because if the little grey book is what I truly think it is, then nothing is further from the truth. I cannot wrap my head entirely around this game play. There is just no end-zone in sight from my perspective. I mean, what is the point of all this shit? Is it all just to fuck with my mind?”

Anton slightly turned to look at Sarge in the moonlight. “You really don’t know, do you, Big Man?” Catching the distraught expression on Sarge’s face, an expression that Anton would not have seen if he hadn’t been quick to look, Anton decided to not fill in the blank with the most obvious answer just yet.

“Shit no. Not for certain. None of it makes sense to me. But the main thing eating me at this point is: what does my mother know about it all? Has she been in on it from the start? Has she just turned a blind eye to everything because she enjoys a decent lifestyle she never had while growing up? Could she possibly be as clueless as I was for a long time? I don’t know. My folks don’t flash any cash around in any way. House has some serious room space, but it’s no showcase. There’s nothing out of the ordinary about it.”

“I read that if she be in on the game, that do some serious bad action on your head. That so?”

”Definitely, Anton, most definitely. I figure the ball is in Nora’s court when she gets those photocopies of the grey book in the mail. I went that route because she handles everything that comes through the slot. Mail hits the floor right next to his shoes and my dad does not pick it up. That’s Nora’s turf and he has never once messed with it. At least not that I’ve ever seen. So it’s just a matter of time before the U.S. Postal service delivers my book payload. What’s going to blow after that is beyond me. What I do know is that my dad will soon be very well aware that I’m onto his let’s- fuck-with-Sarge’s-mind-game. The only reason the shit has not hit the fan yet is down to Mother Nature’s deluxe snow delivery package deal.  This may sound weird to you, but I am damn grateful for every f’n inch that has fallen and basically nailed my ass to being here in the Flats with Lily and everyone else I’ve met. Otherwise, hell, I don’t know, but I have a feeling I might not be breathing right now if everything had been in the normal groove of things. That might sound paranoid, but I think I can make a claim for paranoia with a more solid foundation than most of these buildings in the Flats have.”

When Sarge fell silent, Anton considered, then reconsidered telling him what he thought the end zone of the mind fuck game entailed. He decided to refrain from speaking that creed for the time being after contemplating what effect that piece of enlightenment might have on Sarge’s state of mind. It would only be prudent to speak such truth with plenty of backup ready and waiting in case things got out of hand. While they continued sitting in companionable chilly silence on the rooftop, Anton focused on recalling everything Esther had told him about the little grey address book she’d discovered in the hidden inner pocket of Sarge’s coat during her fishing expedition for useful intel about the man when he’d first landed in Lily’s pad.  More solid intel was required before doing something as rash as telling the man sitting beside him what his bones were muttering about in regard to everything Sarge had told him so far. Deciding he needed a good look at the little grey book in order to confirm or deny if it was indeed what Sarge clearly hated it being what he thought it was, he nudged him with his elbow.  “Any chance you got some wrong ideas about your dad’s book?  Any luck Anton see this book stirring up all this turmoil? ”

“You of a mind to offer a second opinion, Anton? Is that it?”

“F’ yeah. Why not?  What, you never read a book or person wrong and not know it until you talk it out with someone else? Hmm?”

In reply Sarge dug around inside his coat then tossed a small book at the other man’s gloved hands. “Look all you want. If you can come up with another purpose for that damn thing, I would truly like to hear it, amigo. Oh yes, I would.” He turned on the flashlight they’d brought along to light the way up the stairs and focused it on the book as Anton took off his gloves to handle the thin pages easier.

For several minutes Anton worked his way through the grey book randomly selecting pages with entries written in black, blue and every so often red ink.  “What these numbers? Some kind of  code?”

Sarge looked at the numbers Anton pointed at for several names. “I have no clue. There doesn’t seem to be any pattern to them as far as I can figure out. Maybe Lily could find some order in them, but I sure as hell don’t want to ask her to do that. Not when I have no good answers to any questions she might ask.”

Anton nodded as he turned to another page. “I read you on that Lily score, Sarge. Oh yeah. My bones getting a weird vibe off this here ink all by itself.  Damn, these addresses all over M.  Plus major representation in a lot of those little towns all outside M-  on those old business highways. What in hell is going on with that intel?” He continued thumbing through the pages checking just the city locations. “Lot of places here. Wonder what we see if we put them on a map.”

“I did that using enough of them to notice that they’re all over the place in all directions. One other thing I noticed is that the addresses and phone numbers for the women I’ve met do not match the contact information I have for any of them. A lot of them have addresses in that book outside of M-. I know damn well I never visited anyone anywhere else except at houses and apartments in M-.”

“You sure about that? Some of these right on the edge of M-.”

“Damn right I’m sure.  The only buses I ever caught to make my way anywhere and back home were  M- ones. Then, after I started living in the freight district about five years back, the other line to make the connection with Falls. I never made any bus trips out to any of those other cities or little towns.  I definitely didn’t rent any cars to drive out either. So that’s another thing getting under my skin. Nothing matches up. I figure that means a lot of lies all around from the women and my family regarding them.”

“You ever get a feeling something was out of joint after you seeing these women for a time?”

“Ah hell, Anton, most I ever saw of any of them was three, four different times max. That’s  counting the first time I met them.”

Keeping his hand on a page to save his place, Anton partly closed the book as he looked at Sarge.  “What you sayin’, these a bunch of one nighters with some encores? That what you sayin’, Sarge?”

“More like mostly two timers when it comes down to it. Don’t look so surprised, Anton.  It’s like I told you before, I have no traction when it comes to getting serious with women. Certainly not any of those ladies. Every now and then I’d think I’d gotten lucky when I managed three hookups with the same woman.  But soon after that third go round, it was like I’d run into a brick wall and there was no fourth round on any docket. Not even once.”

“You play the game with different women at the same time?”

Sarge shook his head. “No, just one woman at a time. I’d meet someone new, things would dead-end and after a while I’d meet another woman at a family dinner or some other get together. I never had more than one in play at any time. If you can even call that being ‘in play’ at all.” He turned the flashlight off since Anton wasn’t reading the book. “Anton, I never spent so much time one on one with a woman in my whole life as I have with Lily and goddamnit, I like it.”

“What you like, Sarge? Spending a heap of time with a woman or spending a heap of time with Lily?”

“I’m damn sure it’s Lily. That may sound strange because I don’t have others to compare with. But I’ve been feeling damn good around Lily ever since I sat down next to her for breakfast in that f’n tavern.  It wasn’t like we hit it off and got all cozy right then and there.  It’s not that kind of ‘good’. It’s the kind of ‘so damn good’ that got me following her out of there to try talking to her again out on the street that morning.”

Hearing the rising stress in the other man’s voice, Anton took care with his own tone and words when he spoke next. “Easy there, Big Man. Anton didn’t mean to rile you with the question. Just trying to get what’s clear in your own head, that’s all.  No secret to anyone how you feel about Lily. Everyone can see that on your face any time she around. Heck, she don’t even have to be around. Somebody just got to say, ‘Lily’ and it like flipping a light switch on the way you glow.”

“Is it really that obvious, Anton?”

“Hell yeah, you crazy mo fo’, it is that damn obvious. There ain’t a damn thing wrong with it either. Hell no. It’s a little different cuz must guys hide all that heartbeat stuff best they can. Got to protect themselves. Come right down to it, maybe they’d all be better off if they weren’t working so hard hiding how they feeling. But you, you like some big happy puppy all full of happy heartbeat shit like none other. ”

“Christ, sounds like I’ve been entertaining the hell out of people.”

Anton laughed a little and shoved his shoulder against  Sarge’s. “Oh yeah, but in a good way, Sarge. In a damn good way.  Nobody holding it against you.  Except, probably a few guys who been trying to get back into Lily’s good graces ain’t too happy about seeing you all happy. Cuz that mean Lily’s good graces all occupied, so to speak. But fuck them. They had their chances and blew ‘em.”

Sarge tugged on the string around his neck and yanked out the sachet attached to it. After taking a few strong whiffs of the scent he leaned back against the bricks. “I guess that means it’s obvious to her too.”

Catching the scent of pine on the light wind, Anton inhaled.  “She sure not blind, Big Man. Thing is, how she be seeing it. Be one thing if she looking at you like other women in the Flats be looking at you, and oh yeah, they be looking hard, Sarge. I got that on good authority.  You only see Lily, so you not seeing who else be keeping eyes on you and her and looking for a way between if there be one.  That another show all by itself.  But if she looking at you that way, then most like you can depend on a lot more one on one time with Lily.   Other thing though, when it comes to Lily, she could be looking at you a whole other way. If she be looking at you with her home people eyes, then hell, who knows for sure how she be seeing you except her and her bones.” Anton reached over and lightly tugged on the sachet string. He tapped on Sarge’s shoulder.  “Is this Lily’s home people smells I’m sniffing, Sarge?”

“Yeah, what of it?  Calms me down. I like it.” As if daring the other man to make any negative commentary regarding the fact that he was wearing a small bag of fragrant plant material on a string around his neck, Sarge lifted the sachet to his nose and inhaled its scents. “Smells like a forest to me.”

“I read that.” Anton leaned back against the brick wall and considered this information while realizing just how tense both of them had become during the course of their conversation. He worked on relaxing himself and for a time the sound of the wind swirling crisp snowflakes across the flat open roof took center stage. His voice was low and quiet but full of curiosity when he spoke again. “That little bag come from Lily direct, Big Man?”

“Of course. What, do you think I swiped it from her shower?”

Anton laughed. “Noooo. But it sure do smell like her bathroom.”

“It should because we put the same things in this bag. The others are all different. We made several blends from what she has stashed in her box.” He shifted his hips and dug into his pants pocket. “Here take a whiff of this one. This has more of a floral scent to it.” Sarge handed it to Anton who obliged him by sniffing the sachet. “These two are the ones I’ve been using today. I like them both, but the forest one seems to relax me quicker.

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Might have something to do with the pine needles. I’m not sure. But it does take the edge off the tension pretty damn quick.”

“How many you got?”

“Seven. You ever try any aromatherapy?”

“Not like that. Esther got some candles I like better than others.  She lights that purple lavender one and I mellow out for the night in no time flat. So I got some idea of where you coming from.”

“Alright, you got Esther’s lavender scented candle and I’m working Lily’s home people scents. We’re square then.” Sarge inhaled and exhaled hard and long. “Yeah, just us two guys sitting on a rooftop at night talking about what chills us out. It’s all good. You read? ”

“I read. We be square for sure, Sarge.”  He tapped his fingers on the little book and caught another whiff on the cold air of the forest scent from the sachet Sarge was slowly swinging back and forth.  “As for Lily looking at you with her home people eyes, hell, maybe her nose got some say in the matter too. Cuz it sure smelling like home people land right here. Mmm..  Could be she working on getting you smelling right on that man woman pheromone level.” He made several loud sniffing noises. “Then again, could be this already a done deal. You two been rolling in the clover?”

“Very funny, Anton. Very funny.  This puppy has no problem with the pheromone gig whatsoever.  But the only deal she and I have going right now is a fair trade: my pancakes for her sachets. The rugs are all that’s getting rolled and that’s for dance time.”

Anton picked up the flashlight, turned it on and it shone skyward between them in order to get enough light to see Sarge’s face without blinding him. “Say what?”

“What?”

“Don’t start your literal word shit game, Sarge. Rewind.”

“Okay. What part do you want me to repeat, Anton?”

“Last part. Say again.”

“About rolling up the rugs for dancing?”

“Hmm. That the part. What that about?”

“About?”

“Sarge! Yeah, I know you can’t resist that word action, but keep with the main program here.”

“Easy, Anton.  That was a real question I was asking as in, what about the rugs or the dancing you want to know? Which is it?”

“Fuck the rugs! The foot action, Big Man. What’s with the foot action, the dancing?”

“Fun, that’s what’s with the foot action, Anton.  We’re just dancing for some fun.  You know, we clear the rugs out of the way, put some records on and get our swing on. That’s all that’s about. It’s no big thing.”  He looked at Anton staring at him hard.  “Hey, I’ve danced with enough women to know better than to ever think they want anything more than some fun on the floor and that’s all. Anybody who enjoys some dance action learns that fast or you mess up chances with good dance partners.  Having a good time on the dance floor doesn’t mean you’re getting any other traction off it.  Enough with the sky-beam already.” Sarge pushed the flashlight switch to off.  “Messes up the night light out here.” He gestured up at the moon and stars.

Anton looked up at the night sky and nodded. “I read that.”

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Two nights later, Anton understood what Sarge had said about his dark shit not being the sort of thing a man wants to share with his woman. Anton did not want to discuss any of his own thoughts concerning the book with his dearly beloved Esther. He did meet her eyes directly when she questioned him, but steadfastly refused to utter a single word in response. Eventually, after consulting with his muttering bones, he asked her to very discreetly tell Lily that the grey book definitely did not belong to Sarge. And that was all he was going to say about it, even if she kicked him out of bed to the carpet for a month.

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Breakfast Special #29  https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/breakfast-special-29-treats-and-tricks/

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Breakfast Special, #28, Fair Trade Creed Reads, part 1, Les Mis:

https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/09/26/breakfast-special-28-fair-trade-creed-reads-pt-1-les-mis/

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Breakfast Special, #28, Fair Trade Creed Reads, part 2, Stealth:

https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/09/27/breakfast-special-28-fair-trade-creed-reads-pt-2-stealth/

 

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Forest Elves  ~  Cry of the Forest

Published on Jan  7, 2013

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Breakfast Special, #16, “Alternate Realities”

Alternate Realities

Lily stood in her dark apartment looking out at the snow in the small backyard between the alley and house glistening in the moonlight. The quiet felt good after nearly constant social interaction all day and late into the night. The impromptu potluck that had started out as a simple way for people to gather for an easy meal had gradually evolved into a full-blown social event. For several hectic hours there’d been a nearly constant flow of food, music, news and talk on the first floor of JJ’s home. Then, thankfully later than the weather advisory report had estimated, snow began falling in earnest and people gradually returned to their homes. The makeshift walkway made of boards, cardboard, plywood and house siding was now being stacked onto the porches in order to keep it from disappearing under the new snow.

Yesterday she’d tired herself out mentally with studying and working ahead on her coursework. Today had been unexpectedly satisfying concerning the never-ending neighborhood assistance work. It had worn her out physically and mentally by the time they’d put JJ’s home back to rights after the potluck. Throughout the evening she and Sarge had met up several times, but only in passing as she moved from one task to another: washing and rewashing plates, checking in with the crews, updating information about current needs, passing out boxes of food, clothing, baby items and children’s toys.  While she’d been changing out the food dishes at the potluck she had noticed that he and Anton appeared to be keeping company together in the way of men and wondered what to make of it. Whenever she’d observed him during the course of the evening it seemed he was always in paying attention mode as if he was literally reading the people around him like people did books on tape. She’d been grateful that he hadn’t come pestering her for attention when there had been so much to do.

Only when Sarge finally came through the apartment door, having finished stacking the boards on the porch after refusing to allow her to help him, did she think about turning on a light. He sat down on the red rug to remove his boots as she flipped the light switch. “Hey, leave it off if you want. There’s plenty of light coming in from the windows.”

“You sure you don’t mind?” She hoped he wasn’t just being polite as she did not really did not want to leave on the artificial light which entirely changed the room’s atmosphere and its connection to the world outside the windows.

“I’m sure. It feels good in here after all the people and music. Smells nice too, sort of like the pine trees in the park but way better.”

Lily quickly turned off the lights. “Hey, Little George sent over some pants and a couple of shirts that might fight you close enough for a change of clothes. Loose is better than tight, right? That is if you don’t mind wearing someone else’s clothes.”

Sarge laughed a little while unlacing his boots. “I have five brothers. While growing up there was nothing but someone else’s clothes. From the looks of Little George, my belt should keep things decent. Mine definitely need at least a rinsing out after today. It’s very considerate of Little George to share his threads.”  Boots off and on the mat, he remained seated on the rug as he looked up at her. “How are you?”

“Me? Oh I’m okay. It’s been a busy day.”

“And night.” It had not escaped Sarge’s notice that Lily had been perpetually in motion the entire evening. Only briefly had he wondered if she was avoiding him. Observing Esther, JJ and several other women and men also constantly putting forth the same efforts to keep the food tables and the first floor rooms generally in order, passing out cardboard boxes with items to meet specific individual needs, talking with and taking notes from nearly everyone who put in an appearance, he quickly realized she was doing what she normally did on such occasions. He looked past her to the windows where he could see that the snow was falling harder and thicker now. “Has Mother Nature gone loco or what? ”

Lily perched on the couch’s arm. “It would be easier to put up with if there was at least some sunshine. The constant grey sky day in and day out is depressing. Five brothers. That’s a lot of ‘guy’ under one roof. Any sisters?”

Sarge shook his head, rose from the floor and went to the windows. “No sisters. How about you?”

“Just one brother.” Now bitterly regretting having brought up the subject of siblings in an effort to learn something more about him, Lily searched for a way of immediately dropping of it. Just thinking about her brother Peter threatened to push her beyond exhaustion to a crying jag she didn’t want to have. Trying hard to suppress a sudden surge of memories, she struggled to remain in the present. Clenching her hands, she worked on refocusing her mind by watching Sarge leaning against the radiators to look upward at the night sky.

“Ever feel like you’ve been grabbed by aliens and dropped into an alternate universe, Lily?” said Sarge.

“Every goddamned day.”  Having spoken aloud without intending to, Lily covered her mouth with both hands to stop herself from saying anything else.

Hearing the anger in her words and the strain in her voice, Sarge turned around.  “Hey, Lily. What’s wrong?” Even though he’d never before seen the frantic expression he now saw on her face, Sarge knew it wasn’t a portent of good things to come. When he carefully moved towards her, she shook her head, hands still over her mouth, meanwhile sliding off the couch arm onto the cushions.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” Lily said quickly as Sarge sat down near her on the couch. She took a deep breath, held it then slowly exhaled. “I’m okay. Just too much snow. “

*

*

“Yeah, too much snow. Do you want me to go get Rosa?” Unsure of himself and what to do, Sarge sat very still watching Lily trying to regain her composure.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t bother Rosa. She doesn’t need anything else to do. It’s just been a very very long day.” Thinking she had herself under control, she pushed her hair behind her ears and tried to smile at him. “Just nerves.”

“Nerves? Am I making you nervous? Uncomfortable? I don’t mean to if I am. I could go over to Anton’s place and crash there if that would help. Just say the word.”

Lily shook her head vigorously. “It’s not you. Really it’s not.” She rubbed her forehead hard while deciding how much she wanted to say. “Actually, now this may sound strange. But I mean it actually it helps with you being here.” She wiped away a sudden tear. “I just need, I need to not think about the snow. Okay? You being here has kept me from thinking about snow too much. This isn’t making any sense to you, is it?”

“Not much. Yet. Keep going. Why shouldn’t you think about the snow?” Sarge glanced out the window at the new falling snow.

“It reminds me of home. Especially now with all of it making everything look like not here, but like there. Like I remember it.” She took another deep breath and let it go. “Remember it is all I can do. I can’t go back . . . can’t go back home because it doesn’t exist anymore. Not the way it was anyway. Here definitely feels like another world. Yeah, it’s exactly like I’ve been grabbed by aliens and dropped in another universe. ”

“I understand that. It’s how I’ve been feeling the last couple of days. But in a good way.”

“I bet. A crazy woman feeds you soup, and after that everything goes topsy turvy.”

“Hey, I ate that soup totally of my own volition.” Sarge hesitated. “Where is, was, home, Lily?”

“Where?” She laughed a little. “Nowhere. It was in the middle of absolutely nowhere; in Alaska, near the Canadian border.”

“Do you mean like in the wilderness? No city? No town?”

She nodded. “No city. No town. Nothing to find on a map. Just some people living together like they had for a very long time.”

“What happened?”

Lily stared out the windows. She thought about going through the contents of Sarge’s coat pockets with Esther and why she’d given into doing that. She looked back at the man patiently waiting for her to talk or not. “A Stealth Bomber happened. Didn’t know what it was at the time. Not until quite a long time afterwards. But that’s what it was. Three of them flew overhead. One had a technical malfunction and dropped a bomb. Right there in the middle of absolutely nowhere a bomb falls on a village so tiny no one ever put it on any map. What are the odds of that? Tell me, what are the odds?” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that thirty-three people are gone. With all the rest of nowhere for a bomb to fall on by accident, one fell right there. Is that crazy or what?”

“That’s definitely in the insane not probable odds category.” Sarge decided against asking any of the questions that were quickly coming to mind. Though she’d relaxed considerably while talking, now in the dark room with only the light of the moon reflected off the snow delineating her face, her raw grief was starkly evident. He followed her gaze out the window for a moment as he considered his next move. Deciding being practical offered the best route of action, he stood up and moved to block her view of the windows. Offering her both his hands he spoke to her in the tone he used with his brothers’ children. “Come on. It’s way past your bedtime, Missy. There’s a down quilt with your name on it waiting.” When she tentatively put one hand and then the other in his, Sarge gently pulled her to her feet. “That’s it. Up we go. Since you’ve been such a good girl today, I’ll tell you a bedtime story.”

“Oh really? Do I get to pick which one?” Lily let go of his hands as they turned together towards the bedroom.

“Sure. Which one would you like to hear? The Three Pigs? Red Riding Hood? Peter Pan?” When he uttered the last, Lily gasped, then, as her knees buckled, grabbed hold of his shirt to keep from falling to the floor. Sarge reacted by catching her around her waist with one arm. Feeling her struggle to regain her feet and fail to do so, he adjusted his stance, slipped his other arm under her legs and lifted her up.”Okay, well so much for that.idea. You have definitely played way too hard today, little Missy.”

One hand clutching the back of his shirt, Lily pushed lightly against his chest. “I’m okay. You can put me down. Just need some sleep.”

Instead of putting her back on her feet, Sarge decided to carry her into the bedroom. “First you need to reach the bed then comes the sleeping. Here we go. Okay, toss or drop? Which do you prefer?”

“Huh? I have no idea what you mean. Just put me down already.”

“’Just down’ sounds like a drop to me” With that, Sarge leaned a little over the bed and let her fall out of his arms onto it. Feeling along the wall in the dark until he found the switch he turned on the small wall light. She stared up at him.

Lily whispered, “Sarge, Peter will never grow up.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the point of Never Never Land. Some people never grow up, no matter what their age.”

Lying in the middle of the bed where he had dropped her, Lily shook her head slowly from side to side. “Not them. I mean, my brother, Peter.”

Sarge carefully sat down on the bed next to her. “Oh the shit that comes out of my mouth at the wrong times. What are the odds, Lily? What are the odds?”

“Oh I’m too damn tired to work that problem in my head right now. Can I get back to you with the answer in the morning?”

“Better yet, how about drawing me a map?”

“A map of what?”

Sarge tapped lightly on her forehead. “Of all the minefields in there so I stop making things go Boom boom!”

Lilly laughed softly. “You’re funny, Sarge.”

“If you say so, I must be.” He watched her try to keep her eyes open then give up and fall deep into a hard sleep.

~~~

Breakfast Special, #17, Never Hook a Gift Fish In the Gills https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/08/08/breakfast-special-17-never-hook-a-gift-fish-in-the-gills/

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