Thursday, February 21

While I was busy rehashing our conversation, my feet seemed to direct themselves and I soon found myself heading towards the river. Of course, I knew I was going there but it was as though I was driven there by some unknown force...sort of just carried there. I was neither surprised nor perplexed. I just WAS. I knew Jane well and knew that she would not have told me about her River Wisdom without good reason.

Here I was, water echoing through the trees, growing louder as I drew nearer. It was still beckoning me on and I proceeded until suddenly, I found Jane! I guess she knew me better than I thought! It was strange, but we didn't speak. I just continued to follow her.

At this point, I'll ask you to read her entry entitled "River Wisdom" as I see no point in repeating what she has put so eloquently.

I will tell you however, that what I experienced was incredible and I came away feeling renewed and refreshed. Instead of being washed of all expectations of the future like Jane, I felt a renewal of spirit, as though I needn't be afraid of what the future held for me. I also felt, as Jane, that I had been cleansed of any regret of the past. I too found myself completely in the present and was very comfortable there.

Indeed, the river has relayed its answers well and we both returned to our visible world thanking the unknown for leading us to the Wisdom of the River.
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Sue

Jane came up to me as soon as I finished my reading and was as excited and surprised as I was to see me in this glorious haven. I invited her to my table and we talked for a while. It turned out that she arrived in Lemuria just a short time before me! How exciting!

I told her how I had enjoyed her meditation and we proceeded to get caught up on all that we'd done since our arrival in Lemuria. It was all so exciting and wonderful!

Then I asked her where she was staying and it turned out that she was right down the hall from me!!! We had soooo much to catch up on and share, it was a whirlwind of intriguing events and places we'd discovered.

Before we knew it we'd been sitting there for an eternity. We both had a few more things we wanted to do so decided to go our separate ways and meet in the Soul Food Cafe.

Before we parted though, she told me about her River Wisdom. How awesome it sounded and without even thinking, I knew that was where I was headed. My other plans could wait.

Sue

Well, time has a way of passing more quickly than I care to admit. It's been almost a month and a lot has been going on in my visual world. I've never left Lemuria though. The thought of the theatre intrigued me and excited me. I love writing poetry and it seems to be just the place to share with those who enjoy writing or listening as much as I.

Walking through the doors of the Muses Theatre Dinner Club was awe-inspiring! It was the most beautiful theatre I've ever seen! It was decorated in burgundy, with high, arched ceilings. In the center of the ceiling was the most beautiful brass and crystal chandelier's I've ever seen! Throughout the theatre, along the walls were absolutely beautiful cherubs of gold. They were so intricately designed, right down to every feather in their golden wings! Although it seemed so elegant, it held a very friendly, casual air about it. I thought anyone would feel comfortable here whether they were dressed in formal wear or very casually, which shouldn't have surprised me because that seemed to be the norm for this beautiful little corner of the world.

The hostess seemed to know right where I wanted to be seated and proceeded to lead me to a little table off to the left of the room. The lanterns on the tables gave it a very nostalgic touch and I knew I was in for a splendid evening!

Dinner was superb! I wasn't really very hungry because the weather here is so perfect, you neither work up a sweat nor need your bones warmed. I settled for a Greek salad with a few extra olives. I love those olives! lol A slice of fresh tomato basil bread was the perfect compliment to my meal. I also opted for a glass of chianti. Italian I know but it blended well with my dinner.

Just as I began to eat, a woman began reading the selection she wrote. I thought I recognized the voice but no...it couldn't be....not Jane! Could she be here in Lemuria all the way from Idaho?!? My goodness!!!! YES!!!! It is!!!! Oh, my!! I went to signal my waiter to invite her over to my table but decided to wait. Wouldn't she be surprised when I got up there and read my selection?! I sat and finished listening to her poem. It was a beautiful one about her Meditation Place. She's such an inspiration to me...I could listen to her for hours. Her reading ended all too soon and I decided I had better read mine before she had a chance to leave and my whole plan went down the drain.

I hesitated just a few minutes to give her a chance to take her seat. I got up and began my poem entitled:
Lemuria

I've discovered this island of Lemuria fair
This mysterious, magical land
Where wandering, exploring everywhere
Through crags and ocean and sand

With glorious trees that seem to speak
And caves seem to call your name
And nobody here is ill or weak
And everyone's treated the same

There's the story of Pagasus flying down
From the Aleian Field so fair
To drink of the age-old Hipocrene Fountain
It's refreshing, cool waters so clear

By chance if you gaze deep into his eyes
And entice him to carry you home
To his house where his mistress Urania waits
And through it you're welcome to roam

I love this glorious, magical land
I'll explore it and wander at will
Discovering all of the mystery here
And know I'll discover more still

Sue



Would you like to join me as I follow the path up the hill to the river. I am hoping to absorb the Wisdom of the River.

The sound of rushing water echoes through the trees and becomes louder and louder as we near the river. The path ends and we step cautiously forward as we see wide, roaring, fast moving water rushing past us. Its energy is both exciting and frightening to us. We stop and stare in awe.

The waters rush past from an unknown source, heading downhill. There seems to be no set pattern except for the violent flow and splashes of river meeting rocks and tree limbs below the surface. Only a few recognizable branches are sticking out of the water as though they too could not resist the roar. We take off our shoes and step into the water.

As we move cautiously into the river the advancing waters acknowledge the new obstacle presented them and round ridges of patterns do emerge. Three and four circles, evenly spaced, encircle our legs, moving gracefully back to their established route on the other side. Looking back upstream to the rocks I see what I had first not noticed, that every time the water meets an obstacle, even though a wild disturbed splash does occur, a pattern of sorts is established. My eyes try to follow the pattern which quickly changes or dissolve and moves on. I try to grasp the first messages of the river; Everything changes.

Turning downstream I follow, with my eyes, the receding waves that only moments before had been arriving. I am reminded how much the river and life are alike; One moment that seemed to be the future approaching quickly dissolves into the past. The moment I stepped into the water I faced up stream to watch the waters coming towards me , my future rushing forward, and too soon they became a part of my past. "Wise river, does the present really not exist?" It seems that everything is rather fleeting and the pursuit of enjoying anything is almost impossible. Is it possible or even advantageous to appreciate fully the present? "Live in the Now"?

The river keeps moving on its own personal journey, ignoring my questions; or so it seemed. My thoughts were interrupted by a louder roar ahead that I had not noticed before. I stepped out of the water and headed upstream towards the roar. As I went around the bend in the river a wall of rock appeared and a cascading waterfall tumbled down from an unfathomable height.

The main part of the waterfall was in the center of the wall and a shelf like ledge seemed to invite me forward and behind the main surge of water. I removed my clothes and stepped onto the ledge, carefully moving forward through the wet spray and equally wet and slippery path. Water sprays bombard me from the center of the falls. The ledge carried me to a cave like chamber behind the falls. Stepping through the sprays and entering this surprising space I was amazed to find that the roaring sound I had become accustomed to were now strangely muffled. A wall of wet rock rose at my back and a sheet of rushing water formed the outer wall. Somehow, in this space, I knew I would find my answers.

Standing inside the chamber with no water touching me I listened to t water droplets splashing on the floor and rocks. I reach out to touch the escaping droplets and they quickly devolve in my hand. I slowly step forward into the falls. The droplets join into a solid mass and splatter on my head. I feel the force with my whole being. I am washed of all expectations of the future and cleansed from any regret of the past. I have reached a moment joined with all my senses that places me completely in the present. The river has relayed its answers well.


As we leave the river and return to our visible world I thank the unknown for leading me to the Wisdom of the River.
Jane Tilton

HELLO EVERYONE
I did not realize when I came in here for dinner this evening that I too would be required to write a poem and share. I was hoping to just sit back in the corner and listen to everyone else, but seeing that is the price of admission and I have already enjoyed a delicious meal I will give it a try.

This afternoon I went exploring Lemuria for a good meditation place. I followed trails through the woods, I walked up hills with tremendous views ,I followed a stream, that turned into a raging river and gazed into a waterfall. All were inspiring and beautiful but none filled me with a meditative spirit……. Untill……

I stood
at the edge of natures comfort zone
and gazed towards a vast wasteland.

Desert stretched for miles
No vistas entice my vision.
Sun, sand, and silence beckoned me on..

One foot in front of another,
I moved forward across the sand
head bowed, eyes lowered, and mind empty.

For miles I walked
with the sun beating down
sapping my energy, draining my mind.

And when I was empty.
I turned and slowly returned
breathing in nothingness.

Ready to replace outdated thinking
accept new concepts and
shed beliefs that do not work.

I had found my meditation place.

D.K.P.

Dear Journal,
I have only today to explore the island until the middle of December as in my visible world Thanksgiving preparations must be tackled and I have lots of details to handle for my art show December 1. This is my first art show since last December so I am really busy but I needed to do a bit more exploring and inner searching on the Lemuria for a few ‘purpose of life" questions and "Understanding of the Process of death".

I smiled as I reread my first paragraph in my journal. How pretentious can you get. After 70 years of living and asking those questions what ever makes me think I can get any closer to an answer to either of them on this island. I guess I should give myself credit for a noble purpose even if it is rather unrealistic. But now I need to put the journal aside and write a couple of cards.

Dear Sue, Are you really on this Island right now? In our newsletter I read your experiences and was thrilled that you found the Soul Café too. I knew you would enjoy it. The owner of this passage of the universe is traveling in Europe and I think I understood she would return by Christmas. I wonder if she will visit Lemuria when she returns. I hope to go to the Muses Supper club Theater tonight. I understand that the Muses do drop in and perform on the stage and also encourage the audience to come on stage and do readings. I am hoping you will participate. I love your work. Happy Thanksgiving to you. Jane

Dear DKP, Just a note to say Happy Thanksgiving to you. I enjoy your work. I returned to the gallery and took a slow stroll through everything. Do you ever stop by the Muses Dinner club Theater? Perhaps we will cross paths. Hope you have a great family gathering and you will return to Lemuria again soon. Jane

I dropped by the café and asked Phil to distribute my messages and after picking up a box lunch headed out to explore the island.

Jane Tilton

Dear Journal,
I have only today to explore the island until the middle of December as in my visible world Thanksgiving preparations must be tackled and I have lots of details to handle for my art show December 1. This is my first art show since last December so I am really busy but I needed to do a bit more exploring and inner searching on the Lemuria for a few ‘purpose of life" questions and "Understanding of the Process of death".

I smiled as I reread my first paragraph in my journal. How pretentious can you get. After 70 years of living and asking those questions what ever makes me think I can get any closer to an answer to either of them on this island. I guess I should give myself credit for a noble purpose even if it is rather unrealistic. But now I need to put the journal aside and write a couple of cards.

Dear Sue, Are you really on this Island right now? In our newsletter I read your experiences and was thrilled that you found the Soul Café too. I knew you would enjoy it. The owner of this passage of the universe is traveling in Europe and I think I understood she would return by Christmas. I wonder if she will visit Lemuria when she returns. I hope to go to the Muses Supper club Theater tonight. I understand that the Muses do drop in and perform on the stage and also encourage the audience to come on stage and do readings. I am hoping you will participate. I love your work. Happy Thanksgiving to you. Jane

Dear DKP, Just a note to say Happy Thanksgiving to you. I enjoy your work. I returned to the gallery and took a slow stroll through everything. Do you ever stop by the Muses Dinner club Theater? Perhaps we will cross paths. Hope you have a great family gathering and you will return to Lemuria again soon. Jane

I dropped by the café and asked Phil to distribute my messages and after picking up a box lunch headed out to explore the island.

A week had past and as I opened the door to my room it felt like I had never been gone. The visible world had whisked me back to realities to be lived, but now, once more, I return to this interesting world.

I dropped into my easy chair and as I sat back to relax I noticed a pile of newsletters on my end table. The header reads: LEMURIAN WRITING SANCTUARY, a local newsletter. I was thrilled to see that there are others in Lemuria.

As I read the newsletter the journal entries written by Sue sounds familiar. Sue? I wonder if that could be my friend in Massachusetts. I have often thought she would love this island, and somehow she has found it. I am always amazed how she would write something that felt like it came out of my own brain. I guess that must be the sign of a really good writer.

I was thrilled to read her adventure in the Lemuria library. I must make a trip there soon. . Perhaps we will run into one another somewhere. I wonder if she will be reading one of her poems at the "MUSES THEATRE DINNER CLUB". I have been wanting to go there ever since I arrived.

There was a short notice of the Lectures of Feininger being on tape for those who missed his visit to the island. I was worried about that. And here is a short note from DKP who has a place on Lemuria of comfort and inspiration. I must head out of town and explore soon too. I look forward to finding such a spot for meditation and absorbing the inspirations of the muses. I can see my schedule is very full.

Wednesday, February 6

Dear Journal,
I have only today to explore the island until the middle of December as in my visible world Thanksgiving preparations must be tackled and I have lots of details to handle for my art show December 1. This is my first art show since last December so I am really busy but I needed to do a bit more exploring and inner searching on the Lemuria for a few ‘purpose of life" questions and "Understanding of the Process of death".

I smiled as I reread my first paragraph in my journal. How pretentious can you get. After 70 years of living and asking those questions what ever makes me think I can get any closer to an answer to either of them on this island. I guess I should give myself credit for a noble purpose even if it is rather unrealistic. But now I need to put the journal aside and write a couple of cards.

Dear Sue, Are you really on this Island right now? In our newsletter I read your experiences and was thrilled that you found the Soul Café too. I knew you would enjoy it. The owner of this passage of the universe is traveling in Europe and I think I understood she would return by Christmas. I wonder if she will visit Lemuria when she returns. I hope to go to the Muses Supper club Theater tonight. I understand that the Muses do drop in and perform on the stage and also encourage the audience to come on stage and do readings. I am hoping you will participate. I love your work. Happy Thanksgiving to you. Jane

Dear DKP, Just a note to say Happy Thanksgiving to you. I enjoy your work. I returned to the gallery and took a slow stroll through everything. Do you ever stop by the Muses Dinner club Theater? Perhaps we will cross paths. Hope you have a great family gathering and you will return to Lemuria again soon. Jane

I dropped by the café and asked Phil to distribute my messages and after picking up a box lunch headed out to explore the island.

Jane

Dear Journal,
I have only today to explore the island until the middle of December as in my visible world Thanksgiving preparations must be tackled and I have lots of details to handle for my art show December 1. This is my first art show since last December so I am really busy but I needed to do a bit more exploring and inner searching on the Lemuria for a few ‘purpose of life" questions and "Understanding of the Process of death".

I smiled as I reread my first paragraph in my journal. How pretentious can you get. After 70 years of living and asking those questions what ever makes me think I can get any closer to an answer to either of them on this island. I guess I should give myself credit for a noble purpose even if it is rather unrealistic. But now I need to put the journal aside and write a couple of cards.

Dear Sue, Are you really on this Island right now? In our newsletter I read your experiences and was thrilled that you found the Soul Café too. I knew you would enjoy it. The owner of this passage of the universe is traveling in Europe and I think I understood she would return by Christmas. I wonder if she will visit Lemuria when she returns. I hope to go to the Muses Supper club Theater tonight. I understand that the Muses do drop in and perform on the stage and also encourage the audience to come on stage and do readings. I am hoping you will participate. I love your work. Happy Thanksgiving to you. Jane

Dear DKP, Just a note to say Happy Thanksgiving to you. I enjoy your work. I returned to the gallery and took a slow stroll through everything. Do you ever stop by the Muses Dinner club Theater? Perhaps we will cross paths. Hope you have a great family gathering and you will return to Lemuria again soon. Jane

I dropped by the café and asked Phil to distribute my messages and after picking up a box lunch headed out to explore the island.

Jane

Sunday, February 3

Day 1 Lemuria

Completely refreshed, I dressed in a shocking pink, boat necked shirt and a pair of brightly flowered pink capri pants. I donned my sandals and was off to The Soul Food Cafe.

When I left my room, however, I decided to first do a little exploring. I walked down the corridor towards a floor to ceiling window where the sun was shining brightly through. Just before the window I discovered a beautiful library! How perfect! It had an exquisite mahogany desk, with big claw feet. You could almost see your face in the desk, it was so highly polished. On closer examination, it was stocked with plenty of linen paper and inks from India! There was even a computer for more ease in writing and editing...a favorite hobby of mine.

The matching chair was a gorgeous Italian red and gold brocade, with vines and grapes carved into the back of it. It also had those big claw feet.

By the window, were two very comfortable rocking chairs where one could sit and read for hours, or sit and watch the ebb and flow of the ocean. I thought I was in heaven!

As I began to leave the room I realized that right across the hall was a room that seemed to almost be a small Art Museum but was set up for an artist....many canvases...palettes...oil based paints...brushes....charcoals...oh, a huge array of different artist supplies of the finest quality! How lovely! I wondered if anyone used it?

Well, I'd better go down for my coffee and a bite to eat and stop dawdling. There was plenty of time for that later.

Phil greeted me at the door. He was such a happy go lucky man. Just seeing him made your heart sing. He brought a smile to your face with his very being. He showed me to a table by the window and handed me a cup of coffee for which I was very grateful. I thanked him and after exchanging a few pleasantries, he left and came back in an instant with a steaming plate of raisin French toast! How did he know I loved that so?!? He poured just the right amount of fine maple syrup over it and had also brought a couple of strips of bacon that were cooked to perfection...just crispy enough. It tasted divine!

After eating, I decided to do a little exploring outside. There seemed to be many little shops and buildings that I didn't remember seeing last night. I must have just been so tired and forlorn that I hadn't noticed. Still, I could swear that they weren't there. This must be more of the magic that Phil had mentioned. I was amazed and filled with wonder!

Down the street a few blocks, right on the corner stood the most beautiful Museum of Natural History! On the outside were beautiful Ionic columns. As I entered, the room was wide open with the most elegant, tall, Corinthian columns, enhanced with The most intricate Triglyphics carved into the tops of them! I could hardly wait to explore the museum further but was anxious to see what else awaited my discovery on this wonderful little island. I took a mental note to return here though, as I walked out through the heavy, handcarved double doors.

Right next door, was a little nook that I would have missed if I blinked! On closer examination, I saw that it was a bookstore. It was sort of dingy but looked fascinating. There were old coins and stamps besides the books and I knew I could spend a long time rummaging through it. There was an entire section of old Bibles! I love looking through them, imagining who they might have belonged to and how much they must have meant to some of their previous owners.

Well, I think I'll take a stroll down to the beach. It wasn't far. The sand was pink and the water an inviting aquamarine....I could hardly wait to get there. I found a palm tree to sit under and opened a little paperback book that I found in the bookstore...just one of those sappy love stories but I enjoyed getting lost in them. I read as a salty breeze wafted through my very being. Yes....heavenly, indeed.
Sue

My Entry Into Lemuria
I was suddenly awakened by the sound of water...it sounded like it was rushing into the cabin and as I swung my legs around to sit upright and investigate, I was shocked to discover that I was ankle deep in water! It was pitch dark out and I didn't hear anything going on up on deck. I decided I had better get up there though, and investigate!

To my dismay, Sven was face down at the stern and the schooner was wedged between two huge rocks! After gathering my wits about me, I thought I had better see if I could help Sven. On closer examination I soon discovered that he wasn't injured, but passed out...dead drunk! He must have hit the bottle pretty hard that evening and then decided to set sail, knowing that he didn't have to wait for me because I was already on board.

Well, I couldn't worry about that now...we were taking on more water and I had to think quick and come up with some sort of gameplan! My first thought was to get Sven off the boat. I tried and tried to awaken him, to no avail. Finally, I just dragged him...inch by inch...pull, rest, reposition...pull, rest, reposition...after what seemed like eons, I managed to get him into the rocks. I had spotted a flat one that was directly ahead of us and dragged him onto it. Then I rushed back into the schooner...the water was waist deep now but I chanced it and managed to grab my packages and get out of there before it was too late.

Soaking wet and exhausted, I sat by Sven, wondering what to do next. All that crossed my mind was The Old Man In The Sea for some strange reason. I guess because he was old and his schooner was small, although not anything like that of the Old Man. Still, he had that ruddy, unshaven face that brought them both together in my mind.

The sun began to rise and as daylight started to break, I saw that we were on some sort of a little island. It didn't look like much from here but maybe I should take a look around. Sven hadn't moved a muscle still, and I was exhausted, wet and hungry. I picked up my suitcase and climbed through these rocks. They turned out to be a jette. I followed it to the shoreline, then began walking straight back, towards some trees. As I drew closer I spotted a little dirt road. It didn't appear to be well traveled but was at least a start so I hurried towards it.

I hadn't noticed how much time had passed but suddenly became aware of the rumble in my stomach. I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast the day before and was famished! Glancing up, I saw that the sun was right at high noon! Had I been walking for that long? There must be someone, somewhere around here!

Just as I said this and was rounding the bend, I could smell something...oooohhh....fresh roasted coffee!! Mmmmmm.....I followed my nose....burritos....and was that black beans and rice? The scents were getting stronger. Ahha! Right over the next ridge there appeared a little Adobe type building with a sign above it. It was weathered and barely audible but I could still make it out. "Soul Food Cafe". Right about now, I wouldn't have cared what type of food it was or how fresh the coffee was. All I knew was that I had finally stumbled upon civilization!

Standing in the doorway was a chubby little man with a moustache. He was balding and wore a chef's apron. From the looks of him, it didn't do him much good as he appeared to be wearing as much flour as he worked with! Still, he was a jolly little man and greeted me with a wonderfully friendly "hello!" I tried my best to smile and greet him back in just as friendly a manner. It didn't quite come out the way I wanted, though, and I suddenly found myself bursting into tears. The little man guided me over to a little table in the corner. He handed me his red paisley hankerchief...the bandana type that you'd expect a cowboy to have. Upon closer examination, he was dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans. He spoke with an Italian accent and his kind mannerism became him very well. I calmed myself down once again, thinking about how kind this gentleman was and suddenly Sven came to mind. Oh, goodness!! I must get someone to help me get back to the schooner to help Sven!

The little moustached man came back with a mug of coffee in his hand. As I thanked him, I told him of my mishap. I told him that I needed to get help for Sven. I said that I was bound for a little island called Lemuria, on my way to Ithaca and asked him where I was. In his same calm, happy way, he told me that Sven and his schooner were fine. Don't worry, my dear...you're on Lemuria now and you'll be alright. He turned with a glint in his eye and I was overcome with a strange sense of calmness. Somehow I trusted him and believed that I truly WOULD be alright.

I began thinking about lunch when suddenly, he was back with a wonderful looking burrito and a dish of beans and rice. Not even asking, he poured me more coffee. He said, here you go Sue, eat up and you'll feel better. Astounded, I asked how he knew my name and what I wanted to eat. He just turned around with that same little glint in his eye and smile on his face and said that it was the magic of the land again assuring me that I was in good hands....
Sue

Afternoon: Lemuria

I don’t know how long I sat on that bench gazing out at the empty sea. At first I felt a panic, but as my mind settled down to a quiet roar I reached inside myself to find some kind of understanding. In all my journeys I had been alone. Why this time the panic.

A cruise ship docked and some passengers emerged very much in the party mood. If I really wanted to leave I could go up to the captain and tell him of my dilemma, but I did not move. What am I to understand? I thought about the past journeys and how this one was different. It was somehow more intuitive. "Thats it!" Up to now I had controlled my destinations, my adventures and my environment. In this journey I have no control. It is just happening to me.

I slowly returned to this new reality. Now I understand what Phil had meant when he said, "a new Syncronistic path". I believe Jungs theory of syncronicity, that nothing is chance. I found the Soul Food Café completely by chance and once I entered the section of the Muses I felt like I belonged. OK, I seem to remember Phi saying something about once I change my thoughts I would understand. I will let go and let this island happen to me. I will make Lemuria my home.

Once the decision was made I realized how very hungry I was. I grabbed my package and ran up the hill to the café. Phil met me at the door, laughing as he said, "Well that took longer then I expected. There is a sandwich on fresh bread and a salad waiting for you."

Once I finished m sandwich I was ready to address my next problem. Turning to my happy host I said, "Phil, I need a place to stay".

"It is ready for you. Follow me" he said as he picked up a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

We went outside and entered a door located between his place and a variety store next door. There was a stairway and as we climbed the stairs Phil began to explain. "You will find all you need next door. Just help yourself. As I mentioned, we do not use money on Lemuria but we do repay, with our talents. . She is a beautiful women around your age who moved here centuries ago. I am sure you will like her."

Phil opened a door to a comfortable room much like the room I had in Paris. It had a four poster bed situated between two tall windows with lace curtains that billowed into the room from the breeze. A desk was on one wall and a large armoire for my clothes on the other. Best of all was an overstuffed rocker and footstool in the corner with a reading lamp and sidetable. I knew I would be comfortable here. Phil poured two glasses of wine and we toasted my new beginning in Lemuria and then he silently left. .

As I gazed down at the street below and then beyond to the hillside covered with yellow daisies weaving back and forth in the breezes I knew this was meant to be. Those fields had the same magic as the fields around the old ladies cottage at the Forest Loop. I sat down at my desk, pulled out some paper and started my Lemuria Journal.
from the pen of CroneJane

A Moment in Lemuria
I stopped beside a round pool of water... it was black and deep, a fishpond. I watched big, red carp swimming, like goldfish, their scales the size of a dime. It was cold there, but not unpleasant. The spot was shaded by wild willows, all soft-leaved and brilliant lime green. The ground was all covered with moss, deep and plush, like a carpet. I heretofore name it my mossy place, and here I will come when I need a bit of solitude. It will be my secret.
Southern Muse