the calm inside her was hidden,
the monster wouldn't let it free. until one day, a maiden came and sung the beast a tune. a knight joined her chorus as did a farmer, a mage, a smith. they sang, played, danced, and lulled the creature into sleep; briefly the spell was broken and the girl knew calm once more, inspired by a special community in New Brunswick. here in this soft white room,
as stars begin to peek through inky blackness, they sit on cushioned chairs, nestle under throws, and clasp earthenware. we mugs hold their cocoa or their tea (herbal...berry, from the tea drawer). we are at the centre of their contemplation. they collect memories and musings from their week, connect tidbits of shared meaning to kernels of wisdom. |