Arrival Lemuria
I have arrived at last. The road has been long, as I have been wandering and wondering whether this is the right place for me. But a honeyed voice was whispering from afar and I could feel its magic draw me ever on. Lemuria's spires tempted me in my dreams and my imagination has become fertile with inspiration, for I am a creator at heart. Not of instant art for each creation must undergo a gestation period. Not for me the lightning-speed application to my chosen medium for I must
savour the choice of each scrap of paper, colour of ink, shape of leaf or flower. But I overtake myself.
I am Traveller. I have journeyed to many far-off lands and can claim the friendship of people of many cultures and languages. I have a gift for foreign tongues and am fascinated by words and how they are used - spoken, written or in art. My presence here will be irregular for I have other paths to tread that do not permit me the luxury of permanence, however I may leave something here of myself as a reminder. I have not ventured far yet into the abbey's buildings or much into the gardens. I too have heard the parrot and caught sight of a black and white cat which reminds me of one I had, called Pushkin, in my younger days. Apart from the abbess, who has welcomed me most graciously, I have seen no-one but I can sense that there other minds at work here.
This is an inspiring place.
Posted for Carol Abel (Traveller) by Heather Blakey
Carol currently cannot access the blogger despite being listed as a member. I am trying to sort this out.
posted by Heather Blakey @ 4:28 AM
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I did not know of the tower, but perhaps I can visit it after you move on. I would like to see the owls.
Travellers are aways given the gift of hospitality at monasteries and I know you will soon choose a cell more suited to your needs. We've had many new people move in, among them experts at cooking, so you will never leave hungry.
I hope you'll stop here often, perhaps with a tale to tell. In my youth I travelled far over the seas, but I am sure things have changed much.
Have you a spare word for me today? I do not speak any other language but English, but I once wished to do so. I am very fond of pamplemouse, and miercoles soothes my mouth like cool spring water.
Oreo, (who reminds you of Pushkin) and Tookey the Amazon, join me in welcoming you.
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