“I’m late, I’m late for a very important date! No time to say hello, goodbye. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” – The White Rabbit, “Alice in Wonderland”
Oh so behind – I am only leaving for the portal now. The others are far ahead. I hope I can find my way…
I sling my bag over my shoulder, rather like the Fool about to step off the cliff – innocent, carefree, bright-eyed and brimming with enthusiasum.
I’m not sure where to find my portal, but my path winds on. Through the lush green rainforest I walk. I have a sense that I am in the right place, but where is the portal?
Then I spy the stranger. This person is cloaked and hooded from top to toe. I don’t know if it is a man or woman, or even human. The stranger is holding a lantern, very like the Hermit of the Tarot. A pale hand motions for me to follow.
The stranger doesn’t say a word, and neither do I. I follow the cloaked figure for several minutes until, quite suddenly, the figure stops. A finger points ahead to a tree.
Here. The portal is here – I just know it. This tree is hollowed, split, rather like a mother opening her womb to release her babe. I look back at the stranger to say thank you, but the figure has vanished.
I approach the tree, and step inside her gaping mouth. It’s large enough to fit two or three people. Feeling the rough outer lips and the smooth inner cavity, I look up, and see that the hollow runs right up to the top of the tree. I can see the sky.
I pause a moment – I’m not sure how to make this portal “work”. Do I need to “press” a section of the tree to open a door, like in “The Princess Bride”? Will the floor of soil and sticks drop from beneath me, letting me tumble like Alice did? Ooh, I hope the fall won’t be far…
In the end, it’s all much simpler than that. I turn around, to look at the forest path I’ve just come from…and it’s not there. The landscape has changed. Instead of a forest, I come face to face with a field of grass and vivid purple flowers.
I’ve done it – I’m in Lumeria.
blessings from the WiccanGal
We share a love of the tarot – Wiccan Gal! You are exactly where you need to be – not ahead or behind – but just right.
Stellar! Welcome to Lemuria – there is no turning back now that you have slipped through the rabbit hole (or the world tree).
PS Remember to sign your posts so people know who you are.
Ah curious and curiouser, land of beyond the wardrobe and all that. So pleased that you have arrived Wiccan Girl and you are, indeed, exactly where you need to be.
hugs
Heather
Wonderful photos and an intruiging way to enter Lemuria
This is wonderful! And photos of the Otherworld to boot!!
Great reference to Princess Bride. I’m so glad you found the portal and zoomed in Wiccan Gal!
Meadow Song
You brought dainty blossoms from the meadow–
tinged lavenders,
white laces,
sun drops.
“Let’s run to the meadow,” you tempted.
“Let’s stroll through the sweet fragrant field.
“We’ll roll in a bed of pink clover.
We’ll frolic in patches of sun.
We’ll flit flower to flower.
The bees will adore us….
O come!”
At first I held back, but you beckoned.
I reached for your hand; we were gone.
We danced on a carpet of sunshine.
We skipped through the tall meadow grass.
our life was a lyric
till night came.
And then you were gone….
You were gone.
Author unknown
thanks so much everyone for your kind thoughts on my first post. and Duuran! what a lovely poem! i’m flattered that my post reminded you of this poem. it’s sweet and sad….
blessings
WiccanGal
Great post!