denouement

denouement

Cinnamon Earls, Reporter

I feel my soul dance and smile,
It used to be locked far away in a heavy glass jar filled with fear,
But the jar had broken open,
And upon the breaking and shattering of the thick glass
My soul had slipped away into a field of wonder and warmth
Finally being free,
It dances among the rain,
Smiling,
Being amongst the clouds.


Imagine yourself picking flowers in a field, coming home and making tea out of the bright yellow dandelions you picked, singing melodies, and stirring your tea with intention

Your cottage window is overrun with wild plants and flowers with the sun peeping just enough to make it cozy autumn like weather.
You adjust your hat, sweep the floor, purify the house, lighting the cake batter candles, then preparing dinner for your love and I.
You twist the music box up before beginning to clean the fresh vegetables from the garden, running around, being just careful enough to trip over your own feet,
You spin and dance in circles to the melody, letting the moment slowly soak in.