writing prompt: a golden curl

a golden curl across her cheek

she played with abandon along the river’s edge

a glint of sun bringing out the

subtle strawberry hidden in the gold

her smile hidden and shy

turned away from the others

she giggled to the invisibles along the bank

her pudgy hands

fingers still plump from babyhood

drew circles in dirt and stroked the breeze

with gentle mesmerizing movement

enticing other-world beings into existence

she hummed a tune of innocence

from heart and not the world of adult control

held her breath as the air

before her began to shift and shimmer

opening a tiny doorway surrounded by vines and flowers

and droplets of water that floated

upon the wings of zephyrs

each one holding the reflecting of a rainbow

girl with the golden curl

tipped her head back to watch them

rise and fall in the rhythm

of Gaia’s breathing

until the Fairies came out of hiding

quickly erasing the symbols

drawn upon the earth

--fingers that had known their meaning intuitively

they continued to sweep the space clear

of all knowledge of their presence

they whispered into the ears of the girl

of wondrous places and sacred spaces

and invited her to join them

--this moment of grace and loving communion

the girl glanced over her shoulder once

at the people who knew her human birth

yet didn’t hesitate to accept

the peace of the other beings

whose hands held flowers not guns

whose smiles were ringing true with laughter

not harsh words of judgment, condemnation and control

whose hearts beat firmly in love not fear or hate or apathy

she knew the shining ones

recognized them from her dreams

she had always flet alone

indeed her play was often solitary

and moved in a type of pattern

that the others said was too simple

too basic to be welcomed

into their constant efforts toward more complexity

and daring journeys from which they brought back

only objects of function

not creations of art that spoke to Soul exploration

girl with the golden curl smiled

and accepted and moved with eager knowing steps

into the river and immediately felt the current

lift her up, supporting and soothing

tumbling her back and forth, rocking her

with gentle waves as she drifted along

birds dropping berries into her mouth

when she was hungry

an otter allowing her to

lay her head upon his belly warm

and wet and soft when she grew tired

so that she could sleep without leaving

her Source of Love

and along the way she gathered

handfuls of clay to create gifts of vision and

leave them along the shore

so that her people would know

she was well and happy

girl with the golden curl

who grew into a woman

while swimming with the current of love

on many adventures and exploring

all the beauties of Gaia