not the end of the world

not the end of the world

nothing seemed right for her today…

…and …

…something needed to change…and…

…nothing would change if she did not change it…

..but what was she going to do?

…the answer would come, she was certain of that and she could always ask the Goddess for help…

…she was alone on the beach, not a soul was in sight, the beach was all hers, the sea was all hers and the sky and the clouds and the song of the ocean…the pounding of waves on the rocks, shrill, the cry of the gulls on the wing above her, the rain in her hair…it was all hers, it was her prayer but it was not enough for her today…

…Midsummer day and a howling gale from somewhere but she wanted to dance in a meadow of daisies and of buttercups, she wanted to dance with her friends, with flowers in her hair, a circlet of wild roses and ivy. She wanted to laugh, look up at the sky and run, run, run till she could no longer breathe, sway to the music played on whistle and flute, dance, dance and love, love and laugh…outstretch her arms and embrace the glory of this day and fly…it was the solstice of summer, moon to the half, a gaining moon, not waning…and it was also a Friday, the day for loving and giving…all good omens she thought…could not be better, all perfect and right…

…and…

…it was not the end of the world if the sun did not shine…

oh Goddess, she cried out to the sky, will you not help?

I have an ache in my heart

that is deep with such longing

but

the love is all there, light brightly shining…

I want to run with the others!

I want to laugh with them all!

I want to be young with no cares for a day…

and

dance in my gossamer dress

hold their hands and turn in a circle…

and

make the magic happen…

the goddess was kind,

and

granted her wish

and

she was no longer alone on the beach

she ran

and she laughed

and

she joined the midsummer dance of her friends in a buttercup meadow, daisies gently swaying in the breeze, hawberry scent in the air, butterflies winging and skylarks singing, the sun was warm on her body, the wind caressing her skin, hearts pounding, feet following the rhythm of the song, dresses swirling  and turning, a crown of flowers in her flowing hair…as they danced to the sound of the whistle and flute…

…she had known the answer would come…

…they found her, smiling, eyes closed in contentment…

and

…they wheeled her chair away from the window…

…looking out

    to

    the

    sea

.