Blessed Relief

The "Blue Sky" Treatment

A little break from the daily grind of the politically mundane, religiously profane and uh, multiple hurricanes...

Note: Reader has the option of acting upon the italicized directions.

We need a little "Blue Sky Treatment" to calm our nerves and let our inner life vibration reach from our bone marrow to the ends of the tiny hairs on our skin. To that effect we will take you on a short green grass and sunshine filled field trip. Fire up the visual engine of your mind, please. If you are only familiar with electric motors skip that part, or think of a BBQ.

     You are in a field. There are bugs but they don't bite, they add color and vibrancy to the scene. Butterflies and creatures of that sort abound and trouble you not. Across the meadow at a distance two deer graze in a meditative splendor that defies description. The gleaming sunlight rebounds from the individual blades of grass but does not burn your skin, the light merely gives it a slight caress as does the breeze - so gentle you cannot believe it's perfection.

Make the paper fan before you start

At this point gently fan yourself with a piece of paper accordion folded as to produce a fan (see picture).
     At your side is a small basket. It is filled with truly wonderful foodstuffs, the lunch is so "right" you can feel the positive vibration of it through the weave... When you partake you will be satisfied on multiple levels, from the spiritual right thru to the winding track of your physical core.
     There is a blanket but you hardly need it - the grass feels like a fine bed. If you are so inclined your partner massages your back aimlessly but to great effect, (that is assuming you do not desire solitude at the moment). If it is solitude you require there is not a soul to be found save the four musicians playing in a gazebo about a furlong away. It is a soothing melody so well interwoven that is difficult to ascertain the instruments being played. It is as if they are sighing together in carnal splendor. (At this point with your index finger and thumb pull the outside edge of you ear and slowly slide your fingers down to the earlobe. Repeat this twice.) You recover from the dreamlike state of the performance and finish your edibles. Rolling your blanket up you carry it down the trail toward the lift station. On the trail birds are singing around you as if they are auditioning for a Broadway show which you are directing. They are magnificent, but not overwhelming. (You promise all of them parts).
     Now you are at the cable car which whisks you to the hotel lobby (fan yourself here again) and within minutes you are lazing in your rooms' perfectly sized hot tub (if you like that sort of thing). The chocolate covered strawberries* counter the champagne perfectly as you look out over the balcony at the most charming woodland scene you can imagine. Is that the same butterfly from the clearing? A gentle rain is approaching and that special ionic aroma that it generates wafts through your room. You exhale and inhale deeply and the charge in the air invigorates you, raising the hair at the nape of your neck and releasing endorphins that seem to cascade down your spine.
     You recline on the chase lounge as the rain starts. You are well back from the overhang and stay dry and but still smell the freshly wet vegetation, it is awesome. You drift into an afternoon nap so blissful it reminds you of sleeping in the womb. 

     You feel a tapping on your shoulder, it's the vice president, he wants that report you've been working on. Somehow you are back at work. Dream time is over. You turn in hopes of seeing the clearing again but all you get is a face full of Bob from accounting. Jeez.

by Wheems

* (for this trip you have no allergies)

Deegan's' Alternates:
Zoo/Religious: In the clearing there is a lamb snuggling his head on the belly of a lion. 1. They are far enough away so that you do not smell them. 2. They are made of plastic so - no worries of the lion eating the lamb.
Violence: When the vice president disturbs this very fine dream, despite every effort on your part not to, you choke him until he passes out.
Sexual pandering: Scenes of riotous sex in the clearing, inside the cable car, beneath the gazebo and behind the front desk in the lobby. The descriptions were so explicit we had to wash our hands after we finished writing them. Example - "It was all over the grass as were they... clutching divots that would make a golfer proud..." "Only the thunder drowned out their convulsive cries of ecstasy...blah blah blah... "The car appeared to stretch the cables to their limit as it swayed and rebounded, first up and down, then side to side... 
"Their noisy climactic moments cleared every single bird from the trees within a half mile radius..." etc.