There is a fountain in the forest, in the center of the deep woods. It is the heart of the forest, a gathering place for the creatures of the family of the Unicorn, filled with light. Warm water sparkling in its own merit, fueled by joy and pain, a gift to the forest by the forest's creator.
In a moment, there is the sound of a silver horn, clear and loud it calls, announcing something new, something exciting, soon to be released. The creatures of the forest gather together, surrounding the fountain, the stars of the silent watchers above come down and light as fireflies, watching the creatures and the fountain, all in a spirit of expectation. The combined warmth and passion of the creatures ignites a fire within the water, a burning hue that warms all, powered by the deeper warmth of the hearts of the creatures around it.
In come the wonderful creatures of the forest, first the small ones, dear to us all, little child and the eternal child, they curl up together, hoping for a new story and storybook, the groundhog meets up with the squirrel and they warm each other with an embrace, then the pony avatar saunters in, secure in their peace. At the edge of the glade but part of it is a dryad with a flower delicately near its feet, both creatures of beauty, and majic, and charm. On the edge but in the center are the protectors of the forest creatures, the green warrior, the succubus, Johnn, and the woodelf, all watching, guarding hearts and minds. Even Medusa roams the edge, striking terror into those who would harm the unicorn family, loyal and terrible are they. Elusive as the night, the shadow roams, in the corners of our eyes, never seen, always present, sometimes trailing the pixiesprite, sometimes being trailed by... who.. we have not yet seen her in the full, both are fascinating creatures of mystery... overhead, circling in expectation, an amazing assortment of uniqueness bonded to each other and the forest, cirling are the eagle, the fairy, the raven and the witch, also protecting, watching, waiting, in readiness and passion.
Somewhere on the edges lies the snake, hidden among the leaves, seeking to understand, watching, she waits.... and by the river flowing from the fountain, just beneath the water but also watching and waiting, the walrus seeks their happiness too.
Waiting for the moment, they watch the fountain. It warms, it glows, all the colors of gender coming forth at once, one and the same, part of the same flowing source of love and light
And then, it comes, a new idea soars from deep within the fountain, amid the joy and laughter and tears of the lookers on, as they scramble to share, to bring to force the light of who they are, adding to the river of the life of this special place deep in the forest.
Sometimes a firefly comes close, and enters into the fountain..... when they do, the most amazing thing happens, the birth of a new unicorn, coming out to play, to heal, to learn. The creatures celebrate, looking forward to the new life joining them, wondering what sort of creature will emerge, as the unicorns transition into the beings of joy they were always meant to become....
Blessings from the heart of the forest my dears. May your days be filled with incense and candles and joy, every single one of you.
Edited to include the accidentally omitted walrus on 8/21, so sorry, lots to remember.
