….Little Cabin in the Woods…
I gripped the steering wheel of my faithful little silver truck. Approaching the little blue cabin I felt an excitement stirring in my chest,much like butterflies when meeting your new beloved.Emerging from the truck I stopped and breathed in the moment and the crisp cool air.Exhaling, the air acknowledged me with wispy opaque puffs.A little shiver made me cross my arms and jam my mitten clad fingers under my arm pits for added warmth.Stamping my feet I alerted squirrels,birds and possible copperheads. I felt I was beginning a treasure hunt for remembering days gone by.First off pine and sweet juniper tickled my nose.Twigs and some rolly acorns crunched as I playfully kicked through the roundish yellow,brown and gold leaves strewn about like giant confetti .Rounding the corner of the cabin’s weather worn blue planks a contented smile spread from my face to my toes as my eyes found immediately to the right a faithful patch of pale lavender-pink rain lilies. white throat…Blooming profusely next to them was a sweet little pink rose bush,exhibiting gratitude for the water that faithfully dripped to the ground on early foggy mornings from the roof’s corner…
Above the roses was a weary flower box…..it held on with a showing of lichen and moss and assorted wild things the birds helped place.The roses wafted sweet perfume and the air became potpourri, mingling natures,ensemble of fragrances…
and above that was a window….
a camp fire flashed in my minds eye and
the childhood tune began………as I re-enacted the coordinated hand gestures…..
In a cabin in the woods// Drawn in air with two hands,simple cabin.
Triangle top / rectangle sides close underneath.
Little man by the window stood // Cup both hands hold to face, move head left to right,
as if looking through binoculars.
Saw a rabbit hopping by // Hold two fingers in air(like peace sign)
and make hopping motion,
width of body ,from right to left shoulder.
Knocking at his door // Knock on imaginary door in the air
in front of you.
Help me ! // Dramatically Throw arms up in air!Drop hands to waist.
Raise eyebrows and use high pitch voice
spoken with urgency. Throw hands up again!
Help me ! // Repeat
Help! he said.// Repeat
’fore the hunter shoot me dead.// Extend fully right arm,with pointing index finger
support elbow with left hand,put right cheek
to right shoulder and look down barrel of gun
moving right to left, as if following rabbit.
Little rabbit come inside, // Left hand to middle of chest near heart,right
hand hand making a waving motion to quickly come to you.
Safely to abide. // Right hand and wrist placed over left hand
and wrist,tucked close to body under heart,
as if cradling a baby and gently rocking
back and forth.
the tune continues….
while eliminating at each new start
the next spoken line,tune in keeping.
keeping in place all the hand motions.
with the last silent motion of
‘’safely cradling a baby’’
for safely to abide….
you end up with
and left with
Little cabin in the woods…
all the lines fit together…
After all these years my treasure to be found was, inside.
I was home…
safely to abide.
I attended Girl Scout Camps every summer till age 17,when I then became a consular in training to lead.Each location had a main cabin where we sang songs outside on logs that unified the campers.This is where I escaped the mundane,suppressive racism and I had a purpose,each summer I found kindred spirits and discovered many magical elements of nature.I didn’t just exist,I became alive.I became myself.
This story was inspired by another red bubble artist….
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