Welcome Guest (Story)

[colm]

Welcome Guest

Grey fog ambles silently down the earthen path. Trees rustle listlessly in a cool breeze. The last rays of a bright sun drop beyond the horizon. Under cover of a darkened sky, fog parts, symbolic on this night. A veil you can see, yet as intangible as the one you cannot.

In the distance a vibration can be felt. I follow the path toward the rhythms that match my own. People weave in and out of the trees, dancing, chanting, celebrating. Special care was taken here. Boughs are laced with sacred herbs, jackolanterns line the walkways. But I am welcome here.

Silent as the night herself, I partake of the feast. A story is being told. I know this one well. It is a part of my very be-ing. I listen as the skillfull storyteller weaves his magic. A mist rises from the dew dampened ground. Parting and taking shape with each word of the tale.

Do the others see them too? A young girl seems to. Then she looks to me, and waves. Her golden locks bounce and shine in the firelight. I smile. I have not done so in some time, but tonight.... I smile. The young girl runs to her brother as the dawn approaches.

"Do we know her?" She asks. "She seems familiar." The boy, nearly a man now, looks toward me. He smiles wistfully and says something I cannot hear. I try to go to him, but my time is done. The hour is passed. As silently as I came, I ride the rays of the morning sun, home. I am ready now.


I hope you enjoyed my story. Peace.
Colm

[Loosh]

There is a dream-like quality to your story Colm. It leaves me wanting more.

[Bullfrog]

An excellant work, very easy to see the picture in the minds eye.

[Kat Lady]

This is a wonderful story, colm. I can feel the magic, the beauty of the event unfolding before me. I see the dance, and can hear the story if I strain and listen closely.

Wonderfully descriptive work.

[Branbeith]

The story hovers between dream and memory. Beautiful. (I wanted more!!)

[colm]

Thank you. I am glad you all have enjoyed it. I am told that a lot of my work seems to be dream like. I think that it is because that is how I come across most of what I write is through dreaming or meditation.

[Caritas]

So lovely - I think I would welcome your ghost at my home, too!

Rich in emotion....

Blessings, Caritas

[EarthWard]

I hope you enjoyed my story. Peace.
Colm

I did. Wonderful job!

[Robb Hawklord]

Couldnt you have spent a bit longer there, I was just pulling up a log to watch the scene unfold further. Nevermind, I have the image imprinted.

Wonderful

Hawky