QUESTION FOR TRENDLE . . .
My Lady of the Elwood! Did I dream this, or do you have a gate in your Lemuria Garden that goes . . . who knows where? I mean, is there a gate, or a door, free-standing that might, you know, lead anywhere? Vi wrote a lovely poem about a wrought iron gate in a field and Beliver has begun to write about the concept of Vi's poem. (At Fantasy Cove.) I have a vision of this . . . door? in your Lemuria Garden. Did I dream it?
What about those Gypsies that stamped "Trendle" in your forehead? Did I dream that? *snizzle* Ohio. As if. (I love you!)
"I was stolen by the Gypsies. My parents stole me right back. Then the Gypsies stole me again. This went on for sometime." (Charles Simic)
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Oh Winnie, there sure is a door to my Lemurian garden that leads to who knows where. It has lead me many places, it was just the idea of it I think that spurred me into the lands that it has taken me to.
It all started with the door, being able to see into other diminsions and seeing that there really were worlds within worlds beyond the doors that we create to open and take us there.
It was the act of putting up the door and painting the door and putting the stain glass into the window of the door that made me see that WE ARE THE MAGICIANS of our own lifes. And I don't even have to open the door, which indeed I seldom do as there is an open side to my garden that I just slip into. It is just looking at the door that does the trick.
And it was this very door to my garden that lead me to Heather, becauce as I painted my door I started hearing this word, and the word was Lemuria, it had such a wonderful sound to it and I got on the web and I looked it up and this search lead me here. So actually the door opened up Heathers Lemuria to me.
I will take some more pictures of my Lemurian Garden door and post them here for you Winnie, as soon as I can.
I sure want to get over and read At Fantasy Cove and see what Vi wrote about a wrought iron gate, hopefully soon. Spring is spinning into summer and I don't even know where winter went to.
They have me busy doing a farm market newspaper, a flyer, plus you know picking the rhubarb and the flowers, and cleaning off the honey jars, plus my oldest daughter graduates next week. Mercy, life is a twirl!
So anyhow although you did dream me into being, hah! My garden gate is real and yes I did share that the gypsies dropped me off and that is how I got my name I know it had to be becauce I really don't fit in with the rest of the family, I am the only one with a far away look in my eye.
I asked my father once if it were true that I was dropped off by them and he said no I wasn't dropped off but now that he thought about it there was a clan of them hanging around the hospital the day that I was born.
Do you think they did the switch?
You know that song, Swing Low Sweet Cheriot , coming for to carry me home, I crossed over Jordon and what did I see? Coming for to carry me home, a band of angels coming after me, coming for to carry me home,"
Well when I sing it I change angels to gypsies,
" Swing low sweet chariot coming for to carry me home! I crossed over Jordon and what did I see, coming for to carry me home, but a band of gypsies coming after me, coming for to carry me home!
That there Charles Simic, he knows what I mean.
Love to you Winnie
Ever Tren
I thought as much! One day I will learn your courage and I will really put up the door as well. When you get a moment, do check out Fantasy Cove. I've painted a door that goes whoknowswhere, without a door nob, and there is a beautiful dream/poem from Vi full of lovely images. Beliver may be coming to visit you, when she finds out that your door is real!
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