I woke up - something I do most days - and got out of bed. Uh. Not as wonderful as getting up should be. and
*I found rain on the window panes.
If you don't think rainy days are nice, I think you need to change the way you think. How is rain splattering on window panes not beautiful in it's own way? Clear droplets recreating the images you see everyday into caricatures of life to hilarious to be real?
Anywhoosle, I shuffled sleepily into the kitchen, where life was already buzzing around me in the form of my siblings.
*And I ate homemade bread with honey for breakfast.
The morning was already off to a good start. Then I began blowing my nose. Oof-da. (That is Minnesotan for just about anything.) You know how when you have a cold and blow your nose all day for about three days straight, how the skin gets red and dry and peels? Yep. Add a pale face, green eyes, and brown hair. I'm adorable, aren't I?
I lazed through my chores slower than usual. Being sick really works out, ya know. All the while, Wind was huffing and puffing and trying to make Autumn dance for her.
*I rejoiced that we'd taken my Senior pictures yesterday. (They were outdoors.) No wind and beautiful sunshine!
The day began to pass. They usually do, I've noticed.
*Every time I finished a school assignment, I rewarded myself by reading a few emails. (A dear friend had flooded my inbox. Happiness!)
*My wonderful sister made lunch (without telling us) and then called us all to eat. We sat down to spaghetti with specially prepared sauce, charming dinner glasses already filled, and a tray of garlic toast! Ly Sis!
*I studied leisurely and happily for another hour or two without interruptions.
*Mom left for the afternoon and told me to answer the phone in case somebody called for business. (Family owned, in-home business.) I don't like to answer the phone unless I know the person. He didn't call until she came home again!
*During one of my email splurges, I discovered this wonderful link. Please watch it!
*This evening, we went into town for my voice lesson. I got some time to do some shopping for my Senior piano recital, and I found a beautiful dress! Yay me! Aaaaand, it was half off at a thrift store! Woot! I think it would have been close to $100-200 originally, but it will only cost me $17.50 if I get it!
Then Mom and I went to do the cleaning job we have. Little brother came with us.
*He ran up to me and grabbed me for a hug, saying "I never got my morning hug today, Gianna!"
Don't I have a wonderful family?
Wednesday
Gratitude Challenge: Day 1
*I am grateful that I have little school to do. I can take my time! Yay!
*It felt good to sleep in this morning. It's because I was sick, ya know, but hey, there are benefits!
*I get to do a photo shoot today! As in, I'm the model. Senior Pictures, Here I come! I love photo shoots. :D
*The park we're going to for my pictures is gorgeous this time of year! Beautiful trees, old wooden bridge, old stone building, stream...all great places for posing!
*I have an amazing mother.
*I'm reading a good book.
*I have another good book on hold at the Library.
*My little brother gave me a hug.
*I ate a piece of fresh, homemade bread with honey. Mmmmmm.
*It's a beautiful day.
Join the challenge! Find ten things you're grateful for every day for 21 days. Can't wait to read your posts!
*It felt good to sleep in this morning. It's because I was sick, ya know, but hey, there are benefits!
*I get to do a photo shoot today! As in, I'm the model. Senior Pictures, Here I come! I love photo shoots. :D
*The park we're going to for my pictures is gorgeous this time of year! Beautiful trees, old wooden bridge, old stone building, stream...all great places for posing!
*I have an amazing mother.
*I'm reading a good book.
*I have another good book on hold at the Library.
*My little brother gave me a hug.
*I ate a piece of fresh, homemade bread with honey. Mmmmmm.
*It's a beautiful day.
Join the challenge! Find ten things you're grateful for every day for 21 days. Can't wait to read your posts!
Tuesday
21 Day Gretitude Challenge
I'm guessing that I'm not quite the only one who has bad days. Probably not all of you know what that means, but perhaps at least a few?
Anyway, this post is for those of us who have bad days and don't like to be glum.
SURPRISE!!
You don't have to be. I discovered that yesterday. Here's the story.
It was more of a joggy nose and a pony throat than anything more serious, if you know what I mean. Not bad enough to keep me from getting up and doing school, but just bad enough to keep me from enjoying any of it. That's the worst kind, I think.
Anywho, I managed a nap in the morning and rest in the afternoon (fit my school in betimes) and by 5:30, I was elated in a stuffed-up sort of way because I was nearly done. Daddy dearest came bounding up the stairs to interrupt my piano practice in his usual way. I thought.
"Gianna!"
"Hi Dad." Sniff.
"Ryan is here with the hay, sweetheart," as he ran towards his bedroom to find work jeans.
"And the kids have soccer practice too!" I wailed. For the last two loads of hay, my mom and younger sister and brother - the primary equine lovers in our family - had been gone at various horse shows. I was a little tired of the habit.
I found my farm jeans, a less-than-clean T-shirt and a pair of gloves and followed Dad to the barn. Kiara and Mom left, profusely appologizing, and I wearily started throwing hay bales onto our wagon.
I was well on my way to constructing a miserable mood for myself by the time we were half done.
Then I started noticing things that I couldn't help but be grateful for.
*The way the autumn leaves dropped silently to the ground.
*The way the sunlight spilled over the farm like magic golden liquid.
*The way Dad randomly started to rub my shoulders between loads of hay.
*The way my dog watched my every move with soulful brown eyes.
*That none of the hay actually went in my shoe. That would have driven me crazy. Rawr.
*The way Dad let me do the easy part of the job.
*Riding on top of the hay like I used to do years ago, laughing to myself and trying to keep random hay bales from falling off the wagon.
* The way my horse looked at me underneath the wood of a partition.
*The way one of the horses ambled into the hay shed - the back of which opens into the pasture.
*That we finished and had time for a leisurely dinner before Ryan brought the second load of hay.
Do you begin to see my point? Even if you have the sniffles and you have to scratch up your arms carrying hay to feed the horses your sister rides (while she plays soccer), there is something beautiful to find, something sweet to be grateful for.
So I dare you, fellow bloggers, to take 21 days to be grateful with me. Each day, instead of or in addition to your normal posts, publish a list of ten things that blessed you. See if it doesn't cheer you up! I'm willing to bet that trying it will take some of the blue out of your day and put more wind in your sails.
Comment if you're going to do this please! I want to know who's with me!
...Thank you! :D
Anyway, this post is for those of us who have bad days and don't like to be glum.
SURPRISE!!
You don't have to be. I discovered that yesterday. Here's the story.
It was more of a joggy nose and a pony throat than anything more serious, if you know what I mean. Not bad enough to keep me from getting up and doing school, but just bad enough to keep me from enjoying any of it. That's the worst kind, I think.
Anywho, I managed a nap in the morning and rest in the afternoon (fit my school in betimes) and by 5:30, I was elated in a stuffed-up sort of way because I was nearly done. Daddy dearest came bounding up the stairs to interrupt my piano practice in his usual way. I thought.
"Gianna!"
"Hi Dad." Sniff.
"Ryan is here with the hay, sweetheart," as he ran towards his bedroom to find work jeans.
"And the kids have soccer practice too!" I wailed. For the last two loads of hay, my mom and younger sister and brother - the primary equine lovers in our family - had been gone at various horse shows. I was a little tired of the habit.
I found my farm jeans, a less-than-clean T-shirt and a pair of gloves and followed Dad to the barn. Kiara and Mom left, profusely appologizing, and I wearily started throwing hay bales onto our wagon.
I was well on my way to constructing a miserable mood for myself by the time we were half done.
Then I started noticing things that I couldn't help but be grateful for.
*The way the autumn leaves dropped silently to the ground.
*The way the sunlight spilled over the farm like magic golden liquid.
*The way Dad randomly started to rub my shoulders between loads of hay.
*The way my dog watched my every move with soulful brown eyes.
*That none of the hay actually went in my shoe. That would have driven me crazy. Rawr.
*The way Dad let me do the easy part of the job.
*Riding on top of the hay like I used to do years ago, laughing to myself and trying to keep random hay bales from falling off the wagon.
* The way my horse looked at me underneath the wood of a partition.
*The way one of the horses ambled into the hay shed - the back of which opens into the pasture.
*That we finished and had time for a leisurely dinner before Ryan brought the second load of hay.
Do you begin to see my point? Even if you have the sniffles and you have to scratch up your arms carrying hay to feed the horses your sister rides (while she plays soccer), there is something beautiful to find, something sweet to be grateful for.
So I dare you, fellow bloggers, to take 21 days to be grateful with me. Each day, instead of or in addition to your normal posts, publish a list of ten things that blessed you. See if it doesn't cheer you up! I'm willing to bet that trying it will take some of the blue out of your day and put more wind in your sails.
Comment if you're going to do this please! I want to know who's with me!
...Thank you! :D
Thursday
Pizza Blessings
I analyzed the Pizza Hut parking lot. Yep. Definitely far enough to the door to give Dad a run for his money. I braced myself and jogged up to him - shoulder on the ready. And, two, three, Huh! I thought, intending to knock him off balance. I ricocheted, as usual, and he held the door of the restaurant open for with an aloof grin.
A young waiter seemed intimidated by our presence in his jurisdiction.
"How many?" He asked nervously.
"Six," Mom replied with confidence, glancing at the back table where we preferred to eat. The waiter murmured something and pointed somewhere and, roughly interpreting his directions, we wound our way to the selected table.
"Oh! Those people in the other corner," Christa said suddenly, "That was the Milbraths, right?" I looked nonchalantly around the room. "Mmhmm. Yeah, that's the coach and his daughters," I agreed. Her eyes lit up.
"You won't believe what happened during the game today, Gianna! We were playing them, and two of our four goals were scored by their players! I did feel kinda bad for them, since they lost, but the seeing the ball bounce of the defender's hiny-hoo-hoo into the goal was slightly hilarious." Josiah and Kiara, still in red soccer jerseys, cracked up at the memory.
I nearly laughed aloud and glanced over at the Milbraths again. They waved cheerfully and I smiled.
While we waited for our pizza, my three younger siblings exhausted their fresh repertoire of soccer stories on my hungry ears. Finally we sat in silence. Dad and Josiah were tired. Christa and Kiara finally out of words. Mom watching us with amusement.
A minute passed.
"Pepper anyone?" I never have been very skilled at normal conversation starters, but it worked. We talked lightly about anything until I noticed Mom beginning to clear Parmesan and salt shakers from the middle of the table. She motioned behind me, where the waiter had crept timidly up carrying our pizzas. I caught myself wondering how long he'd stood there, afraid to say anything.
"Thank you," Mom smiled.
"Yes. And is that everything?" He almost whispered at my right. We nodded and waited until he betook his uncomfortable presence away to reach for the pizza.
Supper passed in the way most pizza suppers do. For the first few minutes nobody talked to or looked at anybody else. We all savored the first few bites and guarded the pizza pan with jealous eyes. After taking the sharpest blades off our hunger we assumed a more civil demeanor, only glancing at someone with cold displeasure when they took the largest piece. Finally, when we'd achieved stuffed-hood about equal to that of the stuffed crust we'd stuffed down, we carried on a more cheerful conversation with each other.
Sudden silence stifled us again as the waiter appeared for the last time. By now we were getting used to stopping and starting conversation in an instant.
"Is there anything else you need?" still timidly and civilly. We all looked at each other - asking and answering questions with gazes.
"Nope! Thank you!"
"Ok, and you bill is paid?" We all heard the question in his voice.
"Ah, no," Dad shook his head.
"Yes, you bill is paid. The lady in the other corner took care of it." The waiter had begun to sound as if he actually believed himself.
"Oh..."
I believe the waiter left us in our stunned silence.
Then we all began talking at once. "The Milbraths? Really? But we just totally took them out in soccer!" "They are such sweet people!" "That's so amazing! Nobody's ever done that for us before!" "I didn't know they made Christians like that anymore," Dad marveled above us all.
I added my exclamation to the chorus and then fell silent, amazed.
That was a week ago and I still can't describe it with any words except one: Beautiful. That kind of love and kindness is pure and selfless. I am so grateful for their perfect example and I can only pray blessings back into their life.
A young waiter seemed intimidated by our presence in his jurisdiction.
"How many?" He asked nervously.
"Six," Mom replied with confidence, glancing at the back table where we preferred to eat. The waiter murmured something and pointed somewhere and, roughly interpreting his directions, we wound our way to the selected table.
"Oh! Those people in the other corner," Christa said suddenly, "That was the Milbraths, right?" I looked nonchalantly around the room. "Mmhmm. Yeah, that's the coach and his daughters," I agreed. Her eyes lit up.
"You won't believe what happened during the game today, Gianna! We were playing them, and two of our four goals were scored by their players! I did feel kinda bad for them, since they lost, but the seeing the ball bounce of the defender's hiny-hoo-hoo into the goal was slightly hilarious." Josiah and Kiara, still in red soccer jerseys, cracked up at the memory.
I nearly laughed aloud and glanced over at the Milbraths again. They waved cheerfully and I smiled.
While we waited for our pizza, my three younger siblings exhausted their fresh repertoire of soccer stories on my hungry ears. Finally we sat in silence. Dad and Josiah were tired. Christa and Kiara finally out of words. Mom watching us with amusement.
A minute passed.
"Pepper anyone?" I never have been very skilled at normal conversation starters, but it worked. We talked lightly about anything until I noticed Mom beginning to clear Parmesan and salt shakers from the middle of the table. She motioned behind me, where the waiter had crept timidly up carrying our pizzas. I caught myself wondering how long he'd stood there, afraid to say anything.
"Thank you," Mom smiled.
"Yes. And is that everything?" He almost whispered at my right. We nodded and waited until he betook his uncomfortable presence away to reach for the pizza.
Supper passed in the way most pizza suppers do. For the first few minutes nobody talked to or looked at anybody else. We all savored the first few bites and guarded the pizza pan with jealous eyes. After taking the sharpest blades off our hunger we assumed a more civil demeanor, only glancing at someone with cold displeasure when they took the largest piece. Finally, when we'd achieved stuffed-hood about equal to that of the stuffed crust we'd stuffed down, we carried on a more cheerful conversation with each other.
Sudden silence stifled us again as the waiter appeared for the last time. By now we were getting used to stopping and starting conversation in an instant.
"Is there anything else you need?" still timidly and civilly. We all looked at each other - asking and answering questions with gazes.
"Nope! Thank you!"
"Ok, and you bill is paid?" We all heard the question in his voice.
"Ah, no," Dad shook his head.
"Yes, you bill is paid. The lady in the other corner took care of it." The waiter had begun to sound as if he actually believed himself.
"Oh..."
I believe the waiter left us in our stunned silence.
Then we all began talking at once. "The Milbraths? Really? But we just totally took them out in soccer!" "They are such sweet people!" "That's so amazing! Nobody's ever done that for us before!" "I didn't know they made Christians like that anymore," Dad marveled above us all.
I added my exclamation to the chorus and then fell silent, amazed.
That was a week ago and I still can't describe it with any words except one: Beautiful. That kind of love and kindness is pure and selfless. I am so grateful for their perfect example and I can only pray blessings back into their life.
Friday
A very nearly Bad Day. But not quite.
There is a vast difference between getting up and waking up. This morning, as usual, I got up long before I woke up. I warn you, it's a vulnerable practice. Family members seem to have the innate ability to discern when you are up but not awake.
School started and I went around doing nothing in particular and trying to get ready for choir. I had to prepare some errands, which somehow managed to distract me until 9:30.
Walking to choir did pick me up a little. Sitting down and singing "Ahhhhh" on various pitches and in various tones did not. I think I yawn more in choir than I do before bed.
Being tired set me up for moodiness. I ran my errands hurriedly. The wind gave my hair a distinctly different look from the carefully combed and waved one I'd prepared in front of my reflection. Altogether, I was eager to get home and finish my school so I could plan something pleasurable for my evening.
Mumsy called as I was leaving town and asked me to wait in town for her so we could switch vehicles. Through no fault of anybody's, it ended up being half-an-hour of non-school down time waiting to go home.
Mother brought with her another errand and sent me off with the glad tidings of a list she'd left for me on the kitchen counter. By now, I was attuned to even the littlest thing that would add to my gloominess.
The right blinker was out.
The sky was gray.
There was no gas in the tank.
I forgot my checkbook at home and had to use pocket change to put on gas. Luckily I had $2.55 on me...
Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to say "Pump no. eight," spill a handful of quarters, dimes and nickle on the counter? "I think that's right..."
Not cool.
My favorite song came on as I parked to run my final errand.
Do you begin to understand my discouragement? But God has amusing ways of reminding us what life is really about.
When I came back to the truck, my favorite song was still playing. The first phrase I heard was "Oh glorious day!"
I came home...lunch dishes greeted me.
But I only had a paragraph left on one of two papers.
I turned in both papers by 4.
I finished the dishes, which were easier than I expected.
There was hardly any laundry to hang out.
My loyal pooch came and sat by me while I clipped color to the clothesline.
I got to make two pans of brownies! It was actually on the list Mom left me.
I licked the beaters. Not just "licked the beaters" I did acrobatics with my tongue to get all the batter I could off of the outside and the inside. They hardly would have needed washing. I threw them in the dishwasher, just in case any of you were going to ask.
There were hardly any clothes to take off the line!
And I did it barefoot.
I'm not going to do any more school. Period.
I am going to play the piano.
I am going to eat a brownie.
I'm going to see if my bestie has emailed me.
I'm going to publish this blog post and wait for comments.
Cuz I want to hear about your glorious days.
School started and I went around doing nothing in particular and trying to get ready for choir. I had to prepare some errands, which somehow managed to distract me until 9:30.
Walking to choir did pick me up a little. Sitting down and singing "Ahhhhh" on various pitches and in various tones did not. I think I yawn more in choir than I do before bed.
Being tired set me up for moodiness. I ran my errands hurriedly. The wind gave my hair a distinctly different look from the carefully combed and waved one I'd prepared in front of my reflection. Altogether, I was eager to get home and finish my school so I could plan something pleasurable for my evening.
Mumsy called as I was leaving town and asked me to wait in town for her so we could switch vehicles. Through no fault of anybody's, it ended up being half-an-hour of non-school down time waiting to go home.
Mother brought with her another errand and sent me off with the glad tidings of a list she'd left for me on the kitchen counter. By now, I was attuned to even the littlest thing that would add to my gloominess.
The right blinker was out.
The sky was gray.
There was no gas in the tank.
I forgot my checkbook at home and had to use pocket change to put on gas. Luckily I had $2.55 on me...
Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to say "Pump no. eight," spill a handful of quarters, dimes and nickle on the counter? "I think that's right..."
Not cool.
My favorite song came on as I parked to run my final errand.
Do you begin to understand my discouragement? But God has amusing ways of reminding us what life is really about.
When I came back to the truck, my favorite song was still playing. The first phrase I heard was "Oh glorious day!"
I came home...lunch dishes greeted me.
But I only had a paragraph left on one of two papers.
I turned in both papers by 4.
I finished the dishes, which were easier than I expected.
There was hardly any laundry to hang out.
My loyal pooch came and sat by me while I clipped color to the clothesline.
I got to make two pans of brownies! It was actually on the list Mom left me.
I licked the beaters. Not just "licked the beaters" I did acrobatics with my tongue to get all the batter I could off of the outside and the inside. They hardly would have needed washing. I threw them in the dishwasher, just in case any of you were going to ask.
There were hardly any clothes to take off the line!
And I did it barefoot.
I'm not going to do any more school. Period.
I am going to play the piano.
I am going to eat a brownie.
I'm going to see if my bestie has emailed me.
I'm going to publish this blog post and wait for comments.
Cuz I want to hear about your glorious days.
!
Tuesday
Today I Did
Today I...
9.6.11 Decided to not do any more ho****rk (it is a bad word to say in my presence). At 6 p.m. unfortunately.
9.4.11 Played night games. I actually tagged the fast fellow - you know the kind who are about 9 feet tall and run..oh, maybe 47 mph faster than I do. Yeah. I caught him, legit!
9.6.11 Read my textbook outside.
9.6.11 Ate lunch while sitting on a swing with a friend. That was a blast. I dropped my pear in the gravel though. Oops.
9.5.11 Cranked the tunes on my way to dump the recycables in town. Cruising in '94 truck, wearing my work clothes, window down, singing to the radio (and passers-by) never felt so good.
9.6.11 Emailed my friend not a paragraph, but a list. Something like this. Only numbered. Fun stuff.
9.4.11 Saw a black bear. I was out walking down a road near our home (with me dog and me phone) and saw something big walking up the side of the drainage ditch. I knew it wasn't a dog because it was big and it was walking smoothly; the ditch is steep enough that dogs usually take it in leaps. It was probably 50 yards in front of me, so I turned around, called my mother, and tore off down the road at a slightly accelerated walk. Mom came to get me right away, so we turned around (with the car) and went to see if we could find it, but it had gone into the woods.
9.6.11 Ate hamburger pizza. For supper. A whole pizza. (It was little, ok? Stop looking at me like that.)
9.3.11 Went outside and ran around the house and across the lawn for no particular reason.
9.6.11 Turned around three times and slapped my legs all the way down to my ankles. Ask my choir teacher about that one.
9.3.11 Wrote a letter to a friend.
9.6.11 Listened to a modern love song in which the only line was "Sweetheart, after the dance is over, I'll take you home in my one-eyed Ford." Bahahahaha!
9.5.11 Rejoiced that autumn has come! Yayayayaya! Oh! Beautiful season! I love the cool air that caresses me when I step outside without a coat. I love the way the mist slips over the meadows and twines gently with the trees and grasses. I love the way the honking of the geese adds a layer of musical beauty to the singing colors of fall.
What did you do today?
9.6.11 Decided to not do any more ho****rk (it is a bad word to say in my presence). At 6 p.m. unfortunately.
9.4.11 Played night games. I actually tagged the fast fellow - you know the kind who are about 9 feet tall and run..oh, maybe 47 mph faster than I do. Yeah. I caught him, legit!
9.6.11 Read my textbook outside.
9.6.11 Ate lunch while sitting on a swing with a friend. That was a blast. I dropped my pear in the gravel though. Oops.
9.5.11 Cranked the tunes on my way to dump the recycables in town. Cruising in '94 truck, wearing my work clothes, window down, singing to the radio (and passers-by) never felt so good.
9.6.11 Emailed my friend not a paragraph, but a list. Something like this. Only numbered. Fun stuff.
9.4.11 Saw a black bear. I was out walking down a road near our home (with me dog and me phone) and saw something big walking up the side of the drainage ditch. I knew it wasn't a dog because it was big and it was walking smoothly; the ditch is steep enough that dogs usually take it in leaps. It was probably 50 yards in front of me, so I turned around, called my mother, and tore off down the road at a slightly accelerated walk. Mom came to get me right away, so we turned around (with the car) and went to see if we could find it, but it had gone into the woods.
9.6.11 Ate hamburger pizza. For supper. A whole pizza. (It was little, ok? Stop looking at me like that.)
9.3.11 Went outside and ran around the house and across the lawn for no particular reason.
9.6.11 Turned around three times and slapped my legs all the way down to my ankles. Ask my choir teacher about that one.
9.3.11 Wrote a letter to a friend.
9.6.11 Listened to a modern love song in which the only line was "Sweetheart, after the dance is over, I'll take you home in my one-eyed Ford." Bahahahaha!
9.5.11 Rejoiced that autumn has come! Yayayayaya! Oh! Beautiful season! I love the cool air that caresses me when I step outside without a coat. I love the way the mist slips over the meadows and twines gently with the trees and grasses. I love the way the honking of the geese adds a layer of musical beauty to the singing colors of fall.
What did you do today?
Monday
Tale of Two Maidens
I wrote this peom years ago when I lived and breathed Middle-Earthen air and almost literaly believed I was an elf.
Once there were two lovely maidens,
One's hair was light, the other darkened,
Every night they danced and sang,
A few could hear them when they harkened.
Tall and fair, her name was Ilsa
Through the trees her laughter rang
When moon and stars were shining bright
Every night she danced and sang.
With fairer skin and darker hair,
Gianna played upon her pipe
With Ilsa far she roamed and wide
Always by moon and fair starlight.
Strain not your ears for their fair music
Long ago they went away
For they were led by faery elves,
And no one else can go that way.
Into a different world, they followed,
Where it lies though, none can say
For days their song and music echoed,
Now it has long died away.
Where they live is now named Dethen
Few have been there and returned.
Gianna, Ilsa, they had done so,
But now they these worlds have spurned.
Some say thew dwell among the woodlands,
Others claim in mountains high.
Where the truth lies none can tell you
But for Gianna, Ilsa and I.
Their home is near the ocean shore,
But in the woods they dance afar
They bring music to all dwellers
And often dance beneath the stars.
This tale I tell you, listen well
Forget not your childish dreams.
Elves and faeries only exist
While you believe in magic things.
Those young maidens really danced here
Though now gone, they truly live.
If not here, then still in Dethen
And they have a gift to give
To anyone who will believe,
They give a gift of greatest worth,
That of the imagination
which brings one laughter, joy and mirth.
Once there were two lovely maidens,
One's hair was light, the other darkened,
Every night they danced and sang,
A few could hear them when they harkened.
Tall and fair, her name was Ilsa
Through the trees her laughter rang
When moon and stars were shining bright
Every night she danced and sang.
With fairer skin and darker hair,
Gianna played upon her pipe
With Ilsa far she roamed and wide
Always by moon and fair starlight.
Strain not your ears for their fair music
Long ago they went away
For they were led by faery elves,
And no one else can go that way.
Into a different world, they followed,
Where it lies though, none can say
For days their song and music echoed,
Now it has long died away.
Where they live is now named Dethen
Few have been there and returned.
Gianna, Ilsa, they had done so,
But now they these worlds have spurned.
Some say thew dwell among the woodlands,
Others claim in mountains high.
Where the truth lies none can tell you
But for Gianna, Ilsa and I.
Their home is near the ocean shore,
But in the woods they dance afar
They bring music to all dwellers
And often dance beneath the stars.
This tale I tell you, listen well
Forget not your childish dreams.
Elves and faeries only exist
While you believe in magic things.
Those young maidens really danced here
Though now gone, they truly live.
If not here, then still in Dethen
And they have a gift to give
To anyone who will believe,
They give a gift of greatest worth,
That of the imagination
which brings one laughter, joy and mirth.
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