I went to her. She came to me.
The mud pie maker. The girl who played on the planet, with the planet. She melted into the grass, folded her legs with ease and leaned-in with her elbows on her knees.
Sky’s just right. This will be a good day. Cautious glances in all directions somehow prepared the atmosphere for her masterpiece to unfold. What would the story be this time? Would there be a royal court to treat? Could she simply become quiet and notice every single detail in every single thing, or should this pie be made especially for someone especially special? How about the elderly neighbor who loves dandelions?
I’ll bet she needs a dandelion pie today!
Scraping her pan with her favorite spoon to dust away the remnants of the last pie she created, she began to hum. The song was not familiar. It was mostly a spontaneous string of notes that somehow made musical sense and gently moved her through a gateway into the mystical shelter of her untethered imagination.
After that, all magical ingredients and decorations were gathered. She played with earth, water, sunbeams, breezes, dandelion puffs and petals, leaves, twigs and feathers. After choosing pretty stones and tiny pebbles, she lined the them in the bottom of the pie pan and saved the ones with interesting shapes and shininess for later. Sometimes they became the gems she needed to top and finish her creation.
The humming kept on. The world around her gave no sense of boundaries or limits. Time passed. Clouds passed. Bugs buzzed. Sneezes wheezed. And on she played.
Your turn. PLAY HERE!
photo by melissa askew