Home at last! Miss it, do you?
How long were you Home before you messaged me I wonder…?
Don’t mind me- at this moment, I am delirious with Fever. For two days, every square inch of my fibre; Every microscopic nerve ending; Every joint- nay! Every Bone in my Body screamed with pain & Fyre! And The Cold- I was so, so very cold Thru & Thru that I could’ve kept your wine iced for weeks on End!! (Then I found a “random button”… what meaning, I wondered…)
I wanted to Die.
Actually- I Begged to Die.
Then- to my utter Amazement, I actually Went to That Other Place. And The Gods that Rule That Place, didn’t Want me There either….
I am so Disappointed. I am so Angry!! I am so…. at a Loss. For my Place of Peace.
O, Gods- I am so very Sick! Not just of The Body, but of The Mind and Spirit, as well.
I Hate Being Alone, on these Rare Weak Moments of My Life. I have no Mother to Cry to. Orphans can only wonder what Comfort that must be, for the Sick Child to be petted, to be shushed, to be warmed by Her tenderness, sung to with Sweet Whispers and Lullabies that drive back the Dark and The Terrors that wait in the Shadows to take You!
I would give anything, to Know the Touch of a Mother just once in my Life before I die!
I don’t know if what I have is Contagious -I am certain I should have been taken to Hospital last night…. If I had Someone that Cared Watching over me. But I don’t. And I didn’t.
The cacophony of “White-Feathered” Critters demanding their collective release from Bondage drove me from my Delirium temporarily. For I am their Warden, and I still have Obligation to their Well-Being and Health. Then, the dry stock of wood needed to be replenished to drive back the Chill and moisture that invades my TreeHouse, now that the Ambient temp is almost matched to the overnight lows of low 30’s to mid- 20’s in The FaeriWood where I live, this week….
So on to that, as the light here is gone in about 2 hours (4 PM-ish, due to the location on The Ravine, the Forest canopy, still thick and my location on My Island in relation to the Setting Sun).
I would love to see You. To Meet You and to be invited Inside of Your Life as a New Friend! Just…. not to Your detriment, is my Concern, as Health is very important to me after a hard half Century lived….
Also, so you know, need that it be done- while taking my Duck for his bath in his Pond-That-Now-Overfloweth down below, I happened upon my supper swimming there, and giving Thanks for His Largeness and Sacrifice to the Strengthening of my Brokenness, now I must also start a fire in the smoker to preserve His Gift. If I weren’t so bloody ill, and You were actually here, I would instead bake it in my “Easy-Bake Oven”- His juicy tender flesh drizzled with the fresh lemons that hang from my netted pantry, in relative Safety from the Coons & coolness, and I would fetch up the skin of wine that chills in Abbi’s Pond below, for our “First Supper” together by the Fyre that drives away the Scary Shadow Monsters til the morning light comes again to My FaeriWood…..
Until The Day Comes when we finally meet, which for me- is not Soon enough…..
Yours from The Isle~