WG; ‘Discovering Your Continent’ (CRW150 Blog Post #3)

Doors, I love doors.
I come across one now, as it sits almost hidden in a field of sunflowers.
But I notice a faint outline and wander closer.
I touch it and it feels like the textured surface of a sunflower, yet with softened petals overlaying the surface.
I look down to my left and see a golden bee looking upward towards the sky, transfixed, not moving and realize this must be the door’s handle.
I gently touch it – it feels smooth like polished porcelain and it immediately springs open allowing me to enter.

When I place my foot over the threshold, I notice the air smells sharp, like fresh lavender and the light is a bit dimmer, more of a rosy hue. There are big dragonfly-like insects buzzing around and hummingbirds in slow motion stopping to look at me.
Fuzzy ferns seem to sprout and trail from almost every surface along with a myriad of colorful fluted flowers, with bee faces peeking out of them to watch me slowly walk by on a thick carpet of bright purple grass.
Gravity has seemed to lift in this tepid place as slow motion takes ahold, leaving every movement bigger and longer. But you seem to be able to take in everything all at once, not missing a single detail or nuance.

I can hear roaring like a grizzly close by, but it doesn’t seem to frighten me for some reason.
A ‘whapping’ noise comes from overhead, causing a shadow to appear along with it. I look up, shading my eyes out of instinct, although there doesn’t seem to be a need to here, and slowly begin to see a very large, long billed bird-like creature. It is making its way across the pinkened sky towards a hole in a mound of sorts. There are some letters over the top of the mound that seem to read ‘Th Futur’. Hmm, maybe they don’t like ‘E’s here.

Then the grizzly roaring gets closer and the firefly creatures all turn towards it, causing me to do the same. As we stand there waiting, I can feel the ground tremble a bit. Suddenly, a hairy creature advances from the mist to stand before me. I look up at this somewhat tall creature and ask, “Yeti?”.
To which he replies, “Just Yed”.
“Oh”, I answer “Yed”.
“And you are?” asks Yed.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Shosy. Nice to meet you, Yed”.
“You too, Shosy”, replies Yed.

Wondering what to say or do next, Yed and I just begin to walk together naturally, as if we’ve known one another for a long time. It’s an easy camaraderie and we simply ‘go with the flow’, walking and talking a bit here and there. I ask Yed about himself and the place I’m now at and he, in return asks me about myself and how I got here. Apparently, out of all the flowers in this land, there are no sunflowers, so Yed has never seen one.
But then again, I’ve never met a Yeti up close and personal, nor walked around in apparent slow motion either.
So, I suppose we learn something new every day.
I promise next time I visit, I’ll bring Yed a sunflower.

SL
1/31/23