Lemurian City of Ladies

When I visited Paris, my friends and I rode the Metro all around town.  I had no idea where we were going, but when we’d walk up the stairs and out onto the sidewalk, I would see something wonderful I had only read about before:  the Louvre, Notre Dame, Musee’ D’Orsay, Opera House, Left Bank, Champs Elysees, Sacre’ Coeur, the Arc de Triomphe…it was magical.  I did not always know where I was, but I knew it was somewhere I wanted to be.

            I had a feeling this road trip to Lemuria would be something like that.  So when I popped up from the magical Metro station, and saw the beautiful colored gates, I knew this would be the first step of a wonderful journey.

            I checked my itinerary, which said my first stop would be the Lemurian Gateway of Choice, so called because I could choose to stay or go, seek for answers or ignore the questions, ,  look within and see if there were anything I liked, pursue my talents or give up, wonder what might have been.  I might find love and enlightenment – or it might be a waste of time and energy.  Who knew?  But I’d never know unless I tried…

            Besides, who could resist entering such a beautiful, enchanting passageway?  And besides, I’d heard some of my fellow pilgrims might be a bunch of girls who just wanna have fun…

            As I walked through the archway, I thought I heard the fluttering of hundreds of raven wings, the sweet strains of a gypsy violin, and maybe a siren’s song…

            Next on the itinerary was a stop at the undersea Atlantic Cathedral, more like a giant aquarium, with a small alcove where land mammals like me could look in at the wonders, be amazed, be humbled, be thankful for such beauty, and pray to the Muse for the grace to always be inspired.

(photo of Wahington National Cathedral by Gary Stiles)