Annushka took her basket and stepped into the crisp pre-dawn air. She walked through the garden, cultivated to blend with the forest. She gathered some leaves and bark for tea. Carrot and turnip to go with lunch today, she decided. Reaching, she slipped on moss-covered stones and tangled her hair in a spider’s web. Quickly regaining her balance, she brushed away the filmy threads. A startled brown rabbit jumped across her path as birds continued fighting and flitting from tree to tree.
Suddenly, she froze. What was that noise? A metallic creaking. Had she been seen? A feeling of dread crept up her neck as Babushka’s admonition echoed, “The world is a dangerous place — especially for you. Do not forget and take care to remain invisible.”
She crouched amid the dense growth and held still as an owl. A deep voice startled her and she almost jumped. Her racing heartbeat slowed at his gentle tone. She spotted him through the branches and watched as he walked away. He didn’t turn back and she started to relax.
Several minutes passed. She cautiously approached the rock and looked at the package. Slowly, she unwrapped it. What a delicacy! Hurriedly re-wrapping and placing it in her basket, she rushed back home.
Once inside, she began preparing tea. Only then did she stop to wonder at this most unusual event. Her unease was soon forgotten as the tea brewed and the sweet aroma of the waffle and milk filled her kitchen.
You are a blessed person my friend…
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Juan, you are far too kind! Thank you. 🙂
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You aren’t anywhere near the stuff going on in France are you? Hope not:) Foolish people they are…
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I’m far from France, and I’m relieved that you are too. It’s a world gone mad….
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Yes… And of course there will be reprisals and more reprisals. Gandhi said, an eye for an eye leave everyone blind…
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We need to be the change that we wish to see in the world….
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Exactly! Your generation needs to get on the ball.. There’s a sociologist that says there are 5 twenty-five year cycles, we are in the falling apart cycle… I heard it on Tom Hartmann’s radio show… Next phase will be the build back up phase… This cycle goes back to the Middle Ages…
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There are some interesting parallels with the Middle Ages. I hadn’t heard of the 5 twenty-five year cycles before. We have much work to do!
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I could see it all as I read each line … such craftsmanship is awesome!
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Thanks so much, G! Your wonderful compliment means a lot to me. I’m delighted that you like this one. 🙂
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Danica, charming! Beautifully written story, I love your conclusion to this part. I can almost smell the waffle and milk! Have a wonderful week!
Take good care,
Pepperanne
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I’m so glad that you enjoyed this one, Pepperanne. Don’t you love the scent of waffle and milk?
Thank you and I hope that you also have a wonderful week. 🙂
– D
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Wonderful writing, as always
It’s great to still enjoy a Beautiful Life.
But is there no more Buddha Break?
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Thank you so much, Brad! I should allocate more time for Buddha Break, shouldn’t I?
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