She would have been loved if people knew who she really was. Dressed always in finest white, Butterflies would hover around her head like rainbow crown. In the middle of the forest was her throne – a swing made of exotic creepers and studded with the stars from the galaxy. Every day she would send out her pet butterflies to the village while she wrote her ideas on the sacred paper – the thin bark from the tree which was touched by a kid. This paper would be later crushed softly within her fingers till it became a fine powder.
Every night she walked into the village to spread this powder on the pillows of the children. New ideas , new paper , new powder , new dreams each night. Every dream carried the magical power of healing – obtained from the paper she wrote on. And each paper in turn was unknowingly blessed with the child who would receive the dream. It was simple – any kid who dared to treavle through the forest trees searching the elusive butterflies would earn his dreams well. The lovely dreams to make you want to turn them true some day. She never wrote dark dreams. That was done by witches of the village and meant only for the adults that sinned.
She was the dream weaver – invisible to adult eyes – but her song could be heard if you dared to dream and believed in them too.
Prompted @ Thursday Tales , Theme Thursday
Loved this Dream weaver thing.
What a beautiful story 😛
Loved the sweet way you brought in a dream weaver and a beautiful message 😀
Dream weavers are everywhere, even in daylight, the day dreaming kinds.
“…New ideas , new paper , new powder , new dreams each night.”
We should all dare to dream…wonderful write Nimue.
That’s just charming – delightful. Please, what is treavle?
It was supposed to traverse / travel .. dunno how i messed it !! 😀
thanks for pointing 🙂
What a lovely story…indeed quite charming.
Delightful fantasy with some of my favorite images like butterflies. Too bad we choose to “grow up.”
We can still dream and live under the magical spell 🙂
A lovely tale of the dream weaver with her magical song and healing dreams! I, too,
believe in dreams…:)
Lynette
Imagination Lane
i like the idea of the sacred paper turning into powder. if you develop this story a little further, it would be great for a children book. think about it.
Bautiful how you intrpepreted her as the dream fairy. Very well written. Especially liked the finer deatils such as ‘sacred paper turning into powder’ and the part about the butterflies
I want one of those dream weavers… 🙂 and also hopfully fulfilling them too 🙂
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Love – love – love this! It IS time we started dreaming again! Thank you for the spirit lift! ~becca
This was so very magical.I was absolutely enchanted, Thankyou.
…and I am the girl… hehehe
YOU ARE A GREAT STORY WEAVER!! Nimue, I am floored- what imagery.. 😯
I enjoyed the story, structure and your words.. 😀 Just toooooooooo good girl!!!
Millions of gossamer (colored) hugs
xoxoxox
Nimue, this was a fanciful and lovely poem. Reminds me a bit of burning messages to those in the spirit world, only “using” the ashes! Very nice, made me smile.
Amy
I find dreams so powerful and I love how you wove this with the paper theme!
loved this story nimue, its so dreamy and beautiful. just adored it.
Enchanting!
Charming story. Perfectly illustrated. Thank you! Big smiles. 🙂
loved the beautiful story LN, just loved it. its so lovely, elegant and full of beauty.
it created a gorgeous painting in heart. thanks.
trisha
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