Moss Whispers

I kick off my boots…
Pull my hat from my head…
No, it’s not in these…
Must be elsewhere instead.
hmmm….

Mr. Jingle is still climbing his up to his room. Almost loses his hat while he’s trying to locate that jingling sound… And I lost a lot of sleep just trying to help his legs stay together in one body! Gotta work on drawing…perspective, proportions, body ratios, or whatever you call those painting techniques! And need to work on developing ‘his pocket’  (hint) as the paintings as well as his perceptions (and ours) develop….aghh! so much to do! and I do love the process!

It ringles and jingles
Each step that I take
I must find it soon.
Lest it keep me awake.

This little guy keeps appearing at the big tree. He’s a character for sure and evolving like ME! It’ll be  fun to see what he’s up to!

Something’s jingling!…What IS it?

That bird in my tree?

No…it’s closer than that!

It’s somewhere near ME!

A tiny snow person appeared on the north side of The Hillock today. This was surprising to me since all the snow had melted…hmm..

This little guy, I’ll call him Mr. Jingle for now, has appeared in The Hillock of my mind off and on. My own grown children are encouraging me to illustrate a little ‘jingle book’ I’ve been growing, so here’s my first attempt at page one’s illustration. And of course the eye of the mind and the brush of the heart are already calling me to rewrite the text! aggh! How does one EVER finish anything when ‘evolution’ takes over!!! Does survival of the fittest really mean survival of the finishers? I hope not, for I will NEVER get Mr. Jingle to the top of the stairs!!!  I guess I’m not experiencing writer’s block, but rather writer’s detours! or distractions?!!!!  Reader’s tip: Italics is my mind and the process. ‘Straight lettering’ will represent my evolving text. Enjoy! And please give me feedback so I can learn!

I climb up the steps

To my room in the tree.

It’s been a full day.

For you and for me!

I would be remiss if I didn’t also share with you the next part of Lennie Leftover’s story. Here is a picture of him at the end of the night when the party is almost over…

As we know too well how the sun’s rays bring each of us to a ripe old age…to a snow person, life moves extremely fast! Lennie, now is transfiguring to another form…evaporating all good times to be distilled in time for future generations of goodness and good times!

No worries, Lennie, you’ll ‘be back some day!’ I’m headed to The Hillock to find you and all your darling descendants! Thanks for slices of snow moments for us all! Oh that we ALL could be as Flakey as you, dear one!

This morning billowy snowflakes were dancing from the sky when I awoke from my winter sleep! The snowflakes startled my mind to billow forth ALL snow critters frozen in time past.

This little man appeared on a giant rock by OUR front walkway. He was about 48 snowcentimeters tall and hIs name was Lennie Leftover, a self-made little man from the leftover snow on the northernmost side of our house.

He was getting all decked out to go to a ‘snow person party’ in town! Top hats have always held a special place on snow heads  for parties ‘downtown’. Must continue traditions of tipping his hat to all ‘traffic cops’ at stoplights!

I’m wondering whether any of his descendants will be showing up down at The Hillock today…

One rare night, one of those ‘blue moons’, I was walking when I heard some rustling over near a stump by The Hillock. This was a feathery sort of rustle, slipping through the silence like an owl hunting for prey. I quickly turned my head, and to my surprise, I saw three tiny twig people dancing ‘in the light of the ‘blue moon’. I blinked to make sure I was awake, and they were still there! This is the best I could do to capture them in my memory, for just then a true owl gave it’s mooncall and they were off! into thin air!

Rarely do humans ever see many of the dwellers at The Hillock, yet there’s one quite bold fellow who prances by with such glee that even the the grasses chortle! There’s something about his smile that brings familiar tones to the air and gives the impression that he ‘knows’ …not sure what he knows, but he looks quite confident about it. To be ‘comfortable in his own skin’ barely expresses how truly relaxed he is with himself and his surrounds. Adventure is his favorite word and even the oldest of things are greeted with brand new enthusiasm.

On the northernmost side of The Hillock, near the Main Cobble Stoneway, all the waters of the hillside gather in a pool of ripples by the MoonLightHouse. Though the Hillock is populated mostly by unseen inhabitants, there’s another world not even seen by the ‘unseen’…the world under the glistening ripples of water that reflect the moon hovering akin the twinkling stars. And contrary to popular belief, the waters underneath are filled with the most brilliant of colors and the most magical of all creatures. Here is a glimpse of one such creature, Critter Seahorse, himself! He is the father of all starry nights, as the stars we see in the sky are really reflections of what twinkle upwards from his magical pocket! His underwater adventures leave waves that affect every creature in The Hillock.