Thursday, August 20, 2009

A Magic Carpet

Trying to fly as high as I can. It's been a day full of promises, several job leads, one phone interview. How much would I love to ride on a magic carpet. Sweeping across the land. It's a strange world this one we are living. Speed is our new god. Acceleration is the highest virtue. It seems like that to me. We have gone insane. We are led to believe that whoever is slow or just takes his or her time will be left behind. I seldom feel I am rushing to nowhere. I crave an open green space where I can quietly sit with a book and a cup of tea. I read Arabian Nights when I was 7 or 8 and marveled about flying carpets. It would definitely be a cozy way to travel around.
I am a very visual individual, and I imagined to fly on a peacock blue Persian rug, what I later came to know as a birjan rug. Intricate patterns interwoven through thousands of silken threads. But isn't life like a magical flying carpet? You are the master weaver. You always carry your pattern with you. You have created this pattern, bit by bit, year after year. The colors are your joys, your tears, your epiphanies and your defeats. A weaver takes time to make a beautiful rug. Then why do we settle with a mass produced bland looking version of a magic carpet?


nollyposh said...

i agree! ...and something i have come to understand... is that there is nothing stopping me from sitting in that field with a book... only the self and my worries about keeping up with the rat race...

It is more about ~choice~ i have learned... and the more that we decide to actually live from our hearts, the easier and more fulfilled our lives become... because it is then that we leave space for the *magic* carpet ride to sweep us off our feet


Raph G. Neckmann said...

I so agree with you, PC. I get into rushing round sometimes trying to achieve things, and getting nowhere. Then when I slow down and enjoy each moment, and look at the beauty of the sky and trees, quite often something serendipitous just seems to appear.

Anonymous said...

i agree 100%.
Slow and peaceful.
Quiet and true.
Beauty and serenity.
Pink Cowboys and Sweetmango's

willow said...

I remember sitting on our fluffy bath mat and imagining what it would be like to fly. (when I was a little girl, not this afternoon)

Sending lots of good vibes your way, Mr. Pink.

Lille Diane said...

I'm happy to find you, Pink Cowboy. I'm a friend of Nolly's. I want to read this post several times, and then read it again. Nutritious, simply nutritious. :-)

Linda S. Socha said...

Help! I am lost on the side bar!.Wonderful post but I wondered!

Oh that lovely drawing...Abba~! Love.....I may just stay here!
Hugs and good luck