I was resting under a willow in the land of make believe, it was sunset. The sky was exploding with beautiful colors which filled my heart, spirit, and soul which such joy.
To my surprise, the coyote came to me and, "my darling dear, do not sign the dotted line, unless you write the dots,".
I blinked and he was gone, I smiled. Unless I write the dots?
This crazy yet calm, stormy yet peaceful, energetic yet tranquil place of make believe, is a sanctuary, I place just for me. For my heart, spirit, and soul to rest. I write the dots here. Somehow the coyote was able to scribe himself in.
Only friends are allowed in this place of make believe, I smile because, no one has ever had the will strong enough to enter these pages without my will.
This land of pink trees, beautiful, gentle hills, filled with forests full of willow trees which are home to many creatures, has only known my words, words written by my hand, and only my hand.
I never would have allowed the coyote here not by my hand, and yet he was here.
It is sprinkling, the type of sprinkle right before a storm ends. Yes, even in this place of make believe it can sprinkle. What lovely sprinkles they are.
