Looking out the window she saw her dreams outlined in the distance. The billowy clouds and the last remnants of snow were the signs she was looking for. The mountaintops reached for the sky as clearly as her dreams reached for the stars. The blues and greens of the terrain as the backdrop to the white clouds and blue skies begged her to add all the glorious colors Mother Nature provides, as she was so adept in doing with her pen.
It was time; time to paint the landscape with the beauty of her heartfelt words.
Sarah fed her cats, made a fresh pot of coffee and ventured outside with cup, notebook, and pen in hand. Although she owned two computers, she still felt the thrill of writing in pen. Her heart seemed to speak more clearly when she put pen to paper. It just seemed more real that way. At least, that’s the way it had been since she first began writing, long before the age of computers and the Internet.
The magic of the landscape that enveloped her soul spoke directly to her heart. This is where Sarah felt the most free. It’s where her heart felt free to fly as one with the birds, resulting in a song of creativity that was found nowhere else on earth. Mother Nature holds the key to setting her spirit free.
The cool breeze was magical and mesmerizing. Sarah found herself daydreaming and leaving this world. All the troubles, annihilations, and atrocities manifesting in God’s country disappeared, to be replaced by Nature, love, and glory. The air smelled sweet. The breeze was soothing and the animals lifted her heart as they scurried about their business, creating a rhythmic melody.
Even in the quietest of moments, Sarah had a song in her head. It had always been so and she didn’t question it. Music was such an integral part of her being, as was writing, that she welcomed the melodies that spun in her head. At this moment, as she looked beyond her front yard, Carol King’s “Way Over Yonder” popped into her head.
The Song in Sarah's Head
Without realizing it, Sarah and Carol King sang harmony as Sarah made her way to the kitchen to replace her empty cup of coffee with a tall glass of ice cold raspberry tea. The cats had finished their breakfast and eagerly followed Sarah out to her favorite writing spot in the yard. After scampering about and chasing butterflies, all three of them settled by her feet. They found comfort when Sarah was writing and relished in the calm creativity she exuded when in her realm.
Purple pen in hand, Sarah’s mind took over as the words flowed onto the pages of her notebook. She was oblivious to time as Nature guided her way, placing unspoken thoughts on paper. The day was glorious, full of promise and inspiration.
Unaware of how much time she’d spent writing, Sarah suddenly felt groggy and realized she must have fallen asleep. As she slowly shook the cobwebs from her mind, she realized something was different. She looked about and felt as if she were looking into a mirror. She was no longer looking at the mountains, but at her favorite writing spot. And it was way over yonder!
But it wasn’t way over yonder, not her dreams anyway. She was now on the mountaintop where she could reach the stars of her dreams.
“Way Over Yonder” was replaced by “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”. And Sarah smiled.
Shauna L Bowling
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This Song Gives All Dreamers Hope
© 2013 Shauna L Bowling
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