The Hermitage Gala

Traveler's Journal Entry #9-- A Summary and Comments on the Gala

This is just a summary of my experiences these last few weeks gleaned from my travel journal......

Arrived at Riversleigh Manor and had a confrontation with Arvilla, my Inner Critic, whom I bounced out.

Spent a few days resting at the Manor reflecting on its healing waters, searching for my personal mythos, and trying on red shoes and gypsy underwear.

Quickly left Riversleigh Manor for the Land of Stones and caught up with the travellers heading for the House of the Rainbow serpent. (I spent a few days alongside the Streams of Mnemosyne and dowsing for inner gold).

Had a vision of the Serpent Priestess and heard the voice of Wisdom.

Battled thieving pixies during my first night with the caravan. Learned to fly.

Arrived at the Hermitage where I have danced and made poetry. We were asked to do a performance for all of our fellow travelers who would be embarking on the Serpentine Road. At the Gala, I presented the first piece, a very sad song indeed:

Colors

Your words color my world with blues and grays
and I say “Why can’t it be yellows and reds?
Why can’t it be the color of a daisy’s face,
or fresh lemonade, or kids’ slickers on a wet day?
Why can’t it be the color of passion,
of ripe, fleshy fruit, or moistened lips parted
ever so slightly?”

Your voice shadows my world with blues and grays
as your words thud with steely finality against my ears:
“I-DON’T-LOVE-YOU.”
Now the reds and yellows that once splashed
across the walls of my world melt and slide,
not into the color of tangerines,
or maples leaves on a bright autumn day,
or the glow of embers on a hearth,

But into the darkness of my bedroom ceiling on a winter morning,
into the slate gray of the sea before a storm,
into the worn-out blue of an urban sky at midnight,
dissolving into the blue-gray pallor of a pearl
that has lost its luster.

Lori Gloyd (c) May 10, 2006

Lori Gloyd (c) May 8, 2006