The Enchanted Liquid

I never knew there was such magic in a simple cup of tea.  It quiets the mind and soothes the soul.  It takes me to the place of my longing – my dreams – my reality.  The world I live in is not natural…sitting at a desk all day staring at a computer.  As I take another sip, the hot steamy liquid, mixed with sweet nectar, glides smoothly down my throat. I close my eyes, hold my head back and sigh... breathing in the ecstasy of life. 

As my creativity flows, I put pen to paper and write, visualizing those things locked deep inside of me – releasing them through the ink, and watching them flow onto each page. Flowing like a river; gushing like water from a faucet; I am no longer in control of the pen – my dreams have stepped to the forefront, demanding recognition – demanding to be addressed. 
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I bask in this reverie hoping it will not end.  Another sip.  An idea – what if?  Reality is calling me into another dimension – different from what I know.  The voice of reason emerges, but I am beyond reason, for I want to explore this place. Its energy and power presents a force that cannot be ignored.

There is a familiarity in this moment, for these dreams are not strangers.  They have been embedded in my being since I left my mother’s womb.  They have stood by silently and sadly through  neglect, calling for my attention.  It is when I sip from this hot cup of tea that I hear them- at first a faint sound in the distance...a what if...a possibility.

Relishing the last few drops of this enchanting liquid, I realize that it has become a river in me, from which my dreams can flow.






By Melody Edwards
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