The Lightness of Feathers and Moonlight
11 Tuesday Sep 2012
Written by Nicole Rushin in Dream Speak, Personal Growth, Prose
Tags
No tags :(
~~~
Lines from the Multiverse – ‘Never Startle a Sleeping Hen.’
~~~
We had eight baby chicks crack into the world this past month.
I have decided that chickens and particularly hens, are magical and mystical creatures.
I decided this one evening about a month ago when the door to the chicken house blew shut and Skinny Legs could not put herself to bed. I had to go find her, but I knew exactly where to look. She was hunkered down on the writing table in the potting shed.
I walked up to her slowly because there was something in my head saying,
‘Never startle a sleeping hen.’
I had this feeling she was astral-traveling even farther and deeper than a cat. So I spoke to her softly before I placed my hand on her back.
This was actually the first time I had ever picked up one of our hens. Their bellies are so warm even on summer nights…
Carrying a sleepy hen feels like you are holding the lightness of the universe in your hands. Like feathers on a beating heart, simplicity, a bundle of magic. How can I ever explain?
Mystical is a sleepy hen covered in moonlight, dreaming in a place I can only wish to go.
The lightness in my hands reminded me of a place I had known, before I was born, a white light, a circle of truth. I was once this simple before life colored me complex. I was once connected to the web, the ebb and flow, the cycle that a brooding chicken knows.
My complexity lies in believing I ever had anything to hide.
I carried her through the moonlight and as I opened the door to the chicken house to set her down I distinctly heard a soft voice as she waddled away saying, ‘Thank-you.’ With all the lightness of feathers and moonlight wrapped around a beating heart.
I shut the door and without words I simply said, ‘You’re welcome.’
Nicole~
~~~
(‘The Lightness of Moonlight and Feathers’ is an excerpt from my Dream-Speak blog
and it was also published in the latest Dream-Speak collection, ‘Chiaroscuro.’)
~~~
15 comments
September 12, 2012 at 3:27 AM
‘With all the lightness of feathers and moonlight wrapped around a beating heart.’
Beautiful … !!!
September 12, 2012 at 11:53 AM
Hey! Thanks Gabri! Good to hear from you. Hens are my kind of sleepers. They sleep so soundly and they act as if they are hypnotized when the sun starts to go down trying to find their way to the hen house. Peaceful creatures.
N~
September 12, 2012 at 11:22 AM
mmm. delicious. thank you for taking me out there with the hens.
September 12, 2012 at 11:58 AM
Thanks Little Bit!
N~
September 12, 2012 at 12:01 PM
I can feel the cluck in the palms of my hands!
September 12, 2012 at 2:54 PM
This was beautiful. Thank You and Your Welcome. Loved it.
September 12, 2012 at 3:54 PM
Hi Mom!
Your welcome and thank-you.
N~
September 12, 2012 at 8:41 PM
That was beautiful! I didn’t want the story to end! Blessings!
September 13, 2012 at 10:47 AM
Wow! MaryAnn! I have not heard from you in so long. I hope you are doing well. Thanks so much for commenting and the story does continue just in another place, on another platform.
N~
September 12, 2012 at 10:47 PM
I now can feel a sleeping hen because of your description of you. In fact as I sat at my computer, I saw myself carry one – not sure if I ever have – probably not but because of your words you took me there…I can see myself carrying the hen, feeling it’s feathers and smiling knowing that the moon and the hen were all under the spell of the night…..
Very mystical indeed,
Thank you for my bedtime story tonight – now I lay myself down and I will be the sleepy hen,
Nancy
September 13, 2012 at 10:43 AM
Hope you had sweet dreams!
N~
September 13, 2012 at 8:09 AM
My neighbors have chickens. My kids have grown up watching them. They really are lovely–I’m always happy to see them.
September 13, 2012 at 10:45 AM
Yes, they are very peaceful creatures. And of course they eat the bugs and fertilize the yard. – And lots of yummy eggs.
N~
September 13, 2012 at 7:41 PM
So beautiful! I can totally imagine the feeling of holding Skinny Legs from your writing. I feel the magic!
September 15, 2012 at 12:35 PM
Woops! I didn’t reply to your message. How rude of me, right? I like the way you have left words out or maybe it was really what you meant to say. ‘Holding Skinny Legs from my writing.’ Like it were a dream. Why would I keep her mystical legs out of my writing? What would she dig up? What kind of worms would she pull to the surface. (I know you know exactly what I mean hehe)
N~