The Swallow

the_inn_by_edli-d4bt320.jpgThis post is inspired by my boyfriend’s idea for a book. I love every bit of his idea but he only wrote a few pages.  Since I love to write I thought I should post some creative writing for you today. Trying to force him to start writing I wrote this.

Meet the Swallow

It was a cold September night.  I would even dare to say colder than it usually is this time of passing moon. The air was fresh; the wind brushed through my feathers making the grass, leaves and stained dirt drift away with the sound of comforting, quiet, wind humming. I stumbled a bit, still adapting to my chosen shape, my other body. Still, after all this time changing skin to feather and feather to skin, I never got used to any shape of myself. I was a stranger in each of my forms. Just like I was a stranger in every village or city I inhibited for a while. But the forest…ah yes, the forest was my sanctuary. The smell of freshly washed leaves in the earliest start of spring, or the sight of the sun kissing every plant, every peak, every flower It shunning rays could touch, I was no stranger in there.

All this daydreaming about the warm sun made my tiny body shudder. The fog started taking over the entire meadow, slowly but carefully devouring it whole. I was sitting on a firm branch, hidden away by mighty treetops. I think it was the treetops of my old friend ash tree that was keeping me safe during this New Moon evening. I wanted to ask him but, no, not tonight, all must remain quiet, for the once green, mumbling forest has taken a dark turn in its path. The bushes are trembling for there are spies crawling everywhere. Hidden in the shadows of a naive moonlight, glancing from every corner, listening, watching you as you cross paths with them.

I heard a loud crack behind me, slowly but briefly turning my beak to the same direction. A young man carrying a large bag over his shoulders. My eye never spotted such a calm heart in these late hours, heartbeat not louder than the grass moved by the wind. He was looking straight in front of him, concentrating on the way home I assumed…or maybe, he was daydreaming of a warm sun just like me. The shadows started gleaning behind him. To any human eye it would look like plain darkness, but there are many depths of darkness. There is nature’s darkness, it is rather deep blue and then there is corrupted darkness, the kind of black that eats your soul through your human, foolish, curious eyes.

My untamed mind started to pounder should I save this fine, young man from the destiny that is surely coming his way. But what is he to me really, no one but a lonely passenger and a foolish one to say the least. Walking through the woods, unarmed, and not paying any attention to all possible dangers out there. I am not that stupid to harm my destiny for someone as oblivious as this man. But then, in the moonlight I spotted something familiar, something that warmed my heart. A ring, shinning in the moonlight. It had a symbol the same symbol that the old tavern had on its roof. The same symbol that saved me this summer.

It was Emanuel. My Emanuel. His hair got scruffier, his walk more hunched. My, oh my, how did I not recognized my savior, how didn’t I felt the warmth of his heart…how can I not feel it even now. My ongoing thoughts were corrupted by the fog gathering, climbing around us. Except it wasn’t a fog, it was a wave of darkness. I opened up my wings but they were glued. Glued with a thick, sticky, blue wax clinched to them. I chirped from despair.

 

If you want me to encourage him some more feel free to like and comment and I will continue to write this.

(since all of the previous pictures in my posts were all mine credits for these ones go to DevianArt)

Side note: He didn’t come up with the entire big idea for the book nor the little details but I love the idea he presented to me in a nutshell.

His Word Press:  https://hgc.art.blog/ show him some love please, much appreciated

I hope you liked this book to be

Lots of love, Ellodie 

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When a person becomes your home (originally posted on BayArt)

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Inspiration

Last night when I was texting my boyfriend I got inspired to write a post. His message lit up my phone screen and it said: „My home is so empty without you.“  I quickly without thinking about it one bit replied with „ I hate home without you.“  When I pressed sent was when that sentence really sank and settled in my mind. It got me thinking how a home has stopped being a place and Its a person now for me.

Home and a force called “Love”

I really love this idea of a word „home“. I noticed that he wakes up all those feelings I had when I came home from kindergarten or school when I was little. Nobody ever did that. I remember how when I passed the corner and was finally walking down the street to my house I would start to run, I felt like I grew a pair of magnificent wings. I would smile and run knowing I am flying into my safe sanctuary. A place where my entire being is accepted and I am allowed to be myself. When my eyes greet him my heart picks up the pace, I smile automatically, my legs start to walk faster just one step away from running. Just to hug him and kiss him the sooner I can. When I see him I am no longer in control of myself, I am being guided by a force. Force that I trust now with my entire being, a force called „Love“.

Trust the force

I had been through some dark times in the past. I had a house but I didn’t have a home. Ever since then I never got it back. I thought I forgot that feeling of rushing home, that feeling of relief when you see your house down the block. I thought I would never feel safe again. How could I give my heart to someone when my heart was all ripped up in pieces? Who would want that and even worse, who would wanna waste their time trying to fix it? Well, If you feel like that I am going to tell you something and please trust me, believe every word cause It is true.That heart ripped up in pieces, take it. Gather all the pieces together and hold them in your hands, hold them with your palms open and wait. A stranger will pass by, a stranger that will love each and every one of that piece. If you let them and please do, with time you will show him and give them each and every one of those pieces, even the tiniest one.That stranger will no longer be a stranger, they will become your home. Your heart will no longer be ripped up.  I imagine my heart now like a plant with powerful seeds. They can destroy my growth so far, they can rip me out and ran me over but with each punch my seed will fall on the ground and grow larger then ever.  With that someone by your side your heart will be nourished and will grow each day.

Prayers are always answered

I got back my home. I got it back in an even better form than I was praying to get it. I got it in a person. Trust your prayers, you will get what you need but in a way you didn’t even hoped you would. Send what you want to be given and please give people a chance, we are so connected, each and every one of us. Even if we are not close together we create the entire Cosmos, one by one. Our energy fields and auras interwind and together we make this Universe so alive. By posting this and sending you my positive energy and so much love. All those miles away from you yet I become a part of your day by you reading this. I hope I will become a part of your days and help you any way I can. We are all so connected so let’s spread love. Just remember that it all starts from you, what you send out in the Universe comes back like a boomerang, spread good vibes.

 

Let your heart be free,

Lots of love, Ellodie.

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