Fold and fill

Something opens our wings,

Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.

Someone fills the cup in front of us:

We taste only sacredness.

-Rumi

The tiny cup sat on the breakfast table. The woman named for a bird read the note written in small elegant script. She recognized the penmanship, grateful for the present. The sorrow eased, a little. Her visits to the special places the Forest Magician had taken her? They remained, the Magic still stepped from the greens.

"Fold in and drink. The cup? It's been filled for you." It was the Frog Queen. Lokea smiled as tears dropped from her ... into the waiting nectar of place.


For now this medicine is served. (click on the link to read the start of the medicine story)