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It’s spring in Bloomington! All around it is jaw droppingly, fabulously gorgeous!
And this year everything hit at once, very condensed, like the finale at a fireworks display on the Fourth of July!
Bam! Pink, purple, white, red, yellow explosions of color everywhere!
Ii's fabulous eye candy, almost too sweet, too intense at times, like the feeling one has of having been in a dark room for a long time then walking immediately into a brightly lit room. Takes some adjustment, but it feels good! And after this winter I am so happy, no, thrilled to adjust to Spring’s incredible parade of colors!!!
Here’s an interesting tidbit I want to share...I took a walk a week and a half ago, on a Sunday and lost a butterfly earring. I liked the earrings. They weren’t expensive, having purchased them at a store at a mall in Indianapolis at what my twenty-something daughter has christened “The Cheap Shiny Store.” But they were lightweight and cute and they were butterflies!
Once I discovered my unadorned ear my husband and I diligently watched for the missing earring as we made our way back to our house. We didn’t see it. Maybe I had lost it in the house or in the back yard so I scoured the place. No luck. Oh well, I thought, I’ll just let it go....
The next Sunday, we took a walk along the same route and I found it in a place I swear I looked before. The brass butterfly earring was nestled near a crack on the sidewalk not far from the neighborhood school. And no worse for the wear amazingly enough since all the kids walking home could have potentially smashed it with their little feet.
So I wondered. What's the lesson in this? This incident is too odd not to have a something I'm supposed to learn connected to it.
Could it be something trite, but true like if you love something let it go and it will come back to you? Or perhaps it is representative of me finding my wings? That sounds plausible. Specifically butterfly wings, coming out of my cocoon, transforming, and taking flight! I do feel like I am in the process of that kind of a metamorphosis...and this glorious spring is certainly helping in making me feel like that...so much boundless energy out there!
Now that I think about it, a similar thing happened to me when I lived in New York City. I lost an earring, but this time it consisted of pretty autumn leaves dangling from a small chain. I wasn't even looking for it when, one day, as I was near my daughter’s school, I just happened to see something shiny that caught my eye, stuck in the crack of the sidewalk. And there it was, my earring, which I had just totally assumed was gone forever, had even forgotten about, a little scratched but wearable. The more I thought about it...NYC with all of their foot traffic...I was convinced it was miraculous! But I never figured out the reason for it. Maybe there doesn't have to be a reason, but we have pattern developing here that needs to be looked into.
An interesting connection in regards to these earrings is that we did leave the city in July 2001, thankfully missing 9/11. Maybe it was somehow prophetic in a very symbolic way. Fall leaves—falling leaves, autumn, 9/11, falling buildings...picking up the pieces, a little scratched and beat up, but wearable and putting them back together again.
AS far as the butterfly earrings go, maybe this time, for me, they are a positive sign of growth, once again found near a school. What is it about those schools—maybe referring to lessons learned or to be learned?
We shall see in the next season, whatever it brings. In retrospect, I may get a clearer vision of its meaning.
And I do hope you in-joy this fabulous springtime!!!!!!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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Sunset on the highway
Chapter 9 (cont'd)
Kahotep awoke first. He examined the back of her head, admiring her bountiful curls. Unable to resist, he wrapped one of her sweaty dark ringlets around his finger. Feeling the tug on her hair, she stirred and turned over to face him, gracing him with a sleepy smile. He returned her smile and whispered in her ear so as not to break the spell too quickly. “So, my Sweet Lady, what would be your pleasure for the rest of the afternoon?”
“Well, besides you…” she traced the outline of his hand that was now resting on her breast, “I would...like to drive the shuttlecraft!” A mischievous grin adorned her face.
“Well, it seems you are awake,” he grinned back at her. “So, do you have any experience driving?”
“Absolutely none,” she answered honestly. “I’ve only ridden the public shuttlecrafts. I’ve never had an opportunity to learn to drive. But I always wanted to.”
“Well, it’s time you get some experience then. All right, Lady, I will teach you!" They jumped enthusiastically out of bed, dressed, and raced to the craft.
Akana climbed into the pilot’s seat. Her chair seemed too big for her and she could barely see up over the control panel. Kahotep joined her in the seat next to her as her co-pilot. “The first thing you need to do is to sign in,” he began, “so tell the craft your name, that you are the pilot, and then instruct it to adjust to you.”
Excitedly, she complied. “I am Akana of Atlantis,” she told the craft. “I am the pilot of this shuttlecraft. Please make adjustments to accommodate for me.”
“Welcome, Akana of Atlantis! We will make our adjustments now,” a pleasant voice from the shuttlecraft replied.
Her seat moved slightly forward then back, then to the right and left. It raised up and down then finally rested in a position that greatly improved the fit of her chair, as well as her view out the windshield. Immediately, a seatbelt closed across her lap.
“Push the green button that is lit up here on the console between us,” her co-pilot instructed. This she did. A holographic map of the area appeared at a forty-five degree angle in front of her.
“You can see where the cabin is—here.” Kahotep pointed to the three-dimensional version of the cabin. Now if you touch it thus,” he touched the image of the cabin on the map and it immediately enlarged, “you can bring it in closer. Touch it twice and it’ll return to its former size. You can do this with any part of the map. Now—where do you want to go?”
“I’d like to explore the area first, until I get used to piloting.”
“All right then, let’s map out a small path. Lightly trace the direction on the hologram where you want to go then hit the blue button on the console. This will lock in your program.”
She drew about a five mile trail around the trees in the forest then pushed the glowing blue button.
“OK, now what?”
“Now you need to use voice commands,” he said. “Tell the craft to follow your plans.”
“Please follow the path I have indicated,” she told the computer.
Gently, the craft began to rise. It slowly followed the directions that she had just mapped out. Then it gently landed back on the shuttleport.
“Well done! Now, do you want to drive without programming it first, Kana?”
“Of course. What do I do?”
“Use your voice commands to get the craft to ascend, then trace the path you want it to follow with your finger.”
“Now?”
“Sure, I think you’re ready. And I’m here to back you up.”
She took a deep calming breath. “Ascend!” she commanded.
Slowly, the craft rose up as directed. It hovered high above the shuttleport and turned southwest as Akana traced her outstretched palm through the holographic map. To speed up, she merely had to trace faster, so she experimented. The movement was a little jerky at first, but she quickly assimilated her new skill and smoothed out the ride. She let out a big hoot as she sped the vehicle around in ever tighter concentric loops.
“So you’ve never driven before, you say?” Kahotep asked in disbelief.
“Not ever, and was that a mistake!” she replied. “This is great!”
“So where are we heading, Speedster?”
She grinned. “I want to see the crystal cave.”
“Oh, nothing like a little challenge for your first flight out, is there, dear?” Kahotep laughed.
“Not at all,” she replied.
The shuttle was now heading toward the active volcano on the northeast corner of the island. She touched the map and an enlarged view appeared. She found what she was looking for—a shelf along the inside rim where they could land the craft. She decreased the size of the volcano on the map back to normal then smoothly guided the craft to a safe landing onto the ledge.
The door on the craft lifted up and they carefully emerged. After assuring themselves they were on solid ground, they both looked around. The ledge was packed down smoothly, apparently used over the years as a landing strip for others wanting access to the cave. Over the ledge, very far below, lava flowed freely. The smell of sulfur permeated the air.
They made their way to the inside edge of the rim, up against the wall of the mountain, to the opening in the cave. She had pilfered a couple of lightsticks from the craft and handed one to Kahotep.
She got on her hands and knees and easily crawled through the cave entrance. Kahotep crawled in after her. Once they made it through about a three-foot tunnel, they stood up. Their lightsticks illuminated the way as they stepped carefully down a softly sloping path. After about two hundred feet it opened up into a large cavern. Their lightsticks revealed a grotto encrusted with jeweled crystal treasures.
“Oooh, Kahotep! I’ve heard about this cave, but I never would have imagined this!”
The cave was actually a huge geode that had been formed millions of years before from cooled molten lava. The walls were thickly covered with a wondrous display of sparkling crystals. Even more astounding were the long spear strands of quartz crystals that stretched across the entire cave, each about the width of a grown man. Akana approached one to examine it more closely; she was dwarfed by its size.
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