Vibes in Wilds Shrine

She’s sitting cross-legged on a large smoothly rounded boulder, in a deep meditation trance, yet very aware of the soundlings around her; the ice cold crystal clear glistening river gently, smoothly, flowing through the boulders and rocks around her. Her hair is a dark but shiny ruby red, in long double braids running behind her ears to mid spine; they clash glamorously with the bright summer butterflies: the flashing dragonfly wings: the clappering grasshoppers and crickets; here and there she senses a trout snipping the surface.

She's in unison communication with the very fabric of universal energies:.. listening:.. seeing:;.. feeling:;.. the emotional energic of the land. Images and emotions pass through her third sight: it is a magical feeling as some of the painted wings seem to dance their radiant flight around her sacred spot:... stillness in fluid currents of a space in momentous time:... she suddenly, steadily,.. gently.. releasing.. comes out of the trance;... her flying friends just as suddenly return to feeding on random flowers and green grasses.

She takes off her shirt, puts on her shades, lays back, fingers interlinked behind her head, straightens her legs, one crossed over the other, feeling the UV rays of the bright warm sun energizing her body.

She hears a soft grunt and something brushing against a tree or shrub in the distance; turning her head she sees a moose munching on a shrub a couple dozen yards away; a light yet big grin forms on her face:... watching it feed on shrubs and grass and flowers and drinking in the river for ten minutes,.. maybe longer.

This is a very special place where very few people know to venture, or even bother to: it's quite the ways out, then around a few concealed corners.

A few long minutes pass... the hot sun comfortably baking her half naked body... she's very consciously aware of slipping moments of time. ... She reverses her legs.

Sensing another movement, a fairly large animal, farther away, she turns her head the other way. A glint of shiny brownish gold:... a funny rear end waddle in the walk;... venturing among the dispersed trees;... a clearly defined hump between the front shoulders... fair size. It stops here and there for a few seconds, munching on berries, grass seeds, flowers and pollen; now and then making a swift lunge, probably snagging hopping insects. Slowly making it's way towards the river she pauses a couple times, holding her head up higher briefly glancing Lily's direction;.. Lily feels the female bear's energy strongly, knowing the she bear is sensing her harmony and zero threat:... continuing casually about her business... slowly crossing the river... eventually wandering out of sight:... Lily turns her head back toward the lightly clouded bright blue sky;... more minutes pass:... or maybe an hour.
Her body feeling very relaxed after the long lay down on the warm rock, she sits up, again crossing her legs:… then she spends a few minutes doing deep yoga stretches.

Reaching into her bag she pulls out a chrysalis shape, rainbow pattern wood cannabis bowl, small scissors, and a bag of cannabis flowers:;.. sour pollen smelling:;.. a very mellowing transient effect;.. she very carefully clips off enough for a few good puffs. A flick of the lighter and a quick pass over the buds

Rummaging in her pack again, pulls out a 64 pack of crayons, a clip board, and a sheet of pale yellow paper; then stretches out on her stomach propped on her elbows: then begins drawing: letting the magic of the message and emotion flow from her heart and soul through her hands and fingers;[ - dips and dashes of swirls and twirls:... zigzagging circles dancing and clashing in loops and scoops:... vining

Dashes and flashing looking marks:[ quivering curvy lines:[ zigzagging circles of pedaled meadows:[... loops & twirls that swing & vine their abstractees magically melting in with the river swimming into a beautiful fusion of valley flowering trees buzzing and humming with glistening butterflies & bees fluttering over a scoop of honey under the mountains mighty in blue lightly cloudy skies;... the time slips vibrantly. An hour has passed. She feels like a monarch rainbow dipping into a misty meadow;[... it's a so very alive feeling.



Authors note: there’s more to this story, but it’s currently stuck somewhere in the depths of my noggin - so for now it’s done.


Spring 2020

Namaste - Wilder