Stay calme
dearest rabbits,
In the days we yearn for the quiet, the place under the wavering leaves, the scattered fields, the long paths to nothingness. Amidst the burning light of a sun.
I do remember that a wise rabbit once said to me, “when you lady, when you pass the enormous feathering tree of danger, only then will you be able to look back et see what could have been.”
When I sit here, beside the breeze et the winds blowing calmly, I think of that rabbit and wonder would my stories have been felt or refocused on another era? Another stir. A different verge perhaps?
I am like an old creature of belief. I stare to the older scene to find solace, to beckon happiness et to befriend melancholy. I think when you urge to find peace in an unsettling place you truly begin to become.
The question today is are you ready to become? Or are you quite the happy that you are, as you are?
croyez en vous!
Blather under the willow,
RS
