A Time From Tomorrow

The storm had beat against the windows throughout the night, but I did not fear. The water would last me months even if the drought returned. Waking from my peaceful sleep I turned to look out into my house, a greenhouse of sorts that gives me what I need even when the harshness of the world beat upon my door.

My only companion for the moment, a small dog that I had found outside the perimeter of the safe lines, a boundary that has so far kept the Fierce Others away. I call the stray Pup, although she is no more a ‘pup’ than I am, seeing as we are both on familiar terms with the reaper.

Today will be a light day, one that we both can enjoy with the windows open to air out our home, the orchard can be tended, and our visitors from across the way will be welcomed with open arms for their much awaited stay. Tomorrow will be harsher, but that is another day, for another time.

As Pup and I go outside to enjoy the ever infrequent breeze, we notice the calling of the birds and we know that spring has truly arrived. However, with the warmer weather will come a greater chance of the Fierce Others, who do not believe in the peaceful ways, breaking through the safe lines. I quickly guide myself to much happier musings; to stories my grandmother told of times long past when buildings stood tall and strong blocking the beauty in the world; I had always loved her fanciful imaginings, after all what world could actually exist that way.

It is past the mid-day meal and my company has yet to arrive. My worries are muted however since I remember the storm and the small river they must cross, the bridges have long since been washed away since the days of Conflict. Now with my mind at ease I am able to open myself to the One and I am calm. As I stretch out further I know that my guests are close and will be there to join me for supper, it will be a special occasion so I quickly start to arrange the items to make bread. Although a luxury, it is one I still can afford until I can go to the market to trade. The days’ harshness will determine how soon I will venture out further than my borders, I harbor no illusions of a peaceful spring this season, the storms have strengthened too much for such wishing.

The rich aromas of different foods fill my home, and I am blessed with the knowledge of where it all has come from and that not one piece will go to waste as my guests come in and join me. My home is known to be peaceful, but when the children come, I enjoy the noise as it completes the balance which the Goddess has granted, and reminds us all of home.

A Time From Tomorrow

janiceg

Joined April 2008

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