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Aydan's Rainbow

By Verner | Posted: 20 May 2009

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This is a story that happened a little over a week ago and then wrote out a couple days later. It's typical of my writing style. I enjoy using many dashes and dot, dot, dots - more of the way in which I believe life goes on around us...

I did one edit of the story, although if I was to send it off in the hopes of having it published, I would me a lot more critical. I send these off in e-mails to friends and family. Let me know what you think - especially thoughts on how to improve. Thanks.

Aydan's Rainbow

I took a break from the computer when Joan (my wife) asked me to watch the grandkids so she could make a couple phone calls. I had to pull myself away from what seemed important at the time.following a wagon train of new thoughts into and through the Valley of Possibility - squadrons of words and pictures that tumble down from the clouds above my mind, asking me to assemble their hope for survival in a new form - building a new recipe that I always hope will add a bit of nutrition and spice to a world that has been taught to feed upon techno-gadgetry and manufactured, time-eating nano-blah-blah.

Aydan, who's almost two and has earned his current nickname - "Destructor", was doing his job, exploring his world - getting into this or that. While Lorelei, who soon will turn five, was directing yet another play - one filled with fairies and mermaids, at the world renowned Dining Room Table Theater.

On the living room couch sat Nalu, the one and only "boy" mermaid.or is it "merman", from Lorelei's collection - the one with straggly orange hair and a tag that's been nearly chewed off (long ago, one of our nicknames for Lorelei was "Tag-Biter"). Over the last couple years, Lorelei has entrusted Nalu to me in-between visits to our home.because, we were both "boys".

Seeing both grandkids in their own little worlds, I thought I'd shake things up. I picked up Nalu, held him high in the air and called out, "Come on, everyone.let's have a parade!"

I proceeded to high-step into the dining room, raising Nalu into the air - my drum major prop. I didn't get more than a passing glance from Lorelei, who was still in fairyland, yet Aydan.began to follow.

Out of the dining room and into the kitchen I marched with Aydan tentatively following behind dragging a white balloon by a long string.out of the kitchen and into the arts and crafts room we marched. And then back into the living room, which adjoins the dining room.where Lorelei still sat at the table, yet by now I had distracted her, and as we passed her table, she joined the parade behind Aydan's balloon, holding Tinker Bell in one hand and Pocket Polly in the other.

We marched through the kitchen and then down the hall and into the bedroom, where Grammy was talking on the phone. Not wanting to disturb her, we marched back out and up the hall, through the arts and crafts room and into the kitchen when I noticed.Aydan had fallen behind.

I made a tight circle, with Lorelei following my lead and found Aydan entranced by something he'd found on the carpet.  He was pointing to it and giving out a toddler grunt, which I translated to mean, "Hey You Guys---Look at this!!!!"

It was a toddler-sized rainbow that Aydan had stumbled upon and for a time, even I was stumped as to how and why it had come to find a home in the middle of today's parade route. But looking in the direction of the window providing the sunlight, I found a pewter shaped heart hanging on a string from a shelf. In the middle of the heart hung a crystal that was sipping sunrays and transforming them into a tiny rainbow.in the hope of capturing the imagination of three children who were marching down main street inside our small home.

Aydan laid down to examine a bit closer, the spectrum of colors and in the process, broke the stream of light, making it disappear. I picked him up and moved him a bit to the left, restoring the colorforms back to their temporary home on the carpet.

Joan had finished her phone call and joined us as I grabbed my camera to document the enchanting moment - little hands taking turns scooping up and holding a rainbow.does it get any better than that?

A passing cloud out in the real world ended the life of Aydan's little rainbow.the little crowd dispersed and the parade had been forgotten. Soon it was time to go to Toddler Time at the library, then on to a picnic lunch at Riverfront Park, and then back home for naps. And all that had happened that morning was left in the wake of my daily planner.till a few days later, when I found myself in the company of a quiet mind up to camp and the treasure chest we'd found at the base of Aydan's Rainbow joined me.and a yellow pad of paper.

And so it seems to go, day in and day out-as we march in step to the cadence of our chosen drill sergeant.until a magical moment awakens us from our sleep. And when one awakens, everyone else in close proximity gets the same wake-up call and together we revel in the absence of time - Providence, the magical grain of sand suspended midway between the upper and lower chambers of the esoteric hourglass.
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Comments 
Verner
20 May 2009
ooops - I see that I lose a lot of punctuation (tripes dots/periods are changed to a single dot/period)...will have to edit before I post next time. Sorry.
zion613
20 May 2009
This is a very cute, heartwarming story! Your metaphors are refreshing and entertaining.

I see what you mean about using '...' and '-' a lot. The '...' doesn't trip me up so much, but overuse of the dash can do that. There are rules about when the dash can or should be used...I read a great grammar book that spelled it out pretty well, but I forgot what it was called. Oh, well...

Happy writing! ;)
poppy101
20 May 2009
I like your writing voice, it has that omnipresent wise overture feel that sweeps through the entire piece. Having said that I'm wondering if it could have been better with snippets of dialogue from the little ones giving it more dimension?
ChrissieJo
20 May 2009
Yeah! you got it right: Those little but necessary devils we call ......... punctuations! and a few grammer which you could easily pick out once you re=read. 
I didn't quite get the second to last paragraph. I re-read a couple more times but it but it was hard to catch. 

Save for these, a nice little story.
Verner
20 May 2009
Thank you all for your comments and suggestions. The story came to mind two days after it happened, which is kind of the point to the second-to-last paragraph - so many magical moments are lost as we give our attention to what matters most, to our mind. Yet, I agree - it needs some work to better explain why it's important to this particular story - thanks.

Our cabin/camp is free from man-made distractions and I find it is a good place to "quiet" my mind and see what bubbles up - sometimes it's a new essay, while other times it's a meaning-filled event I've not yet written down - which was the case for this essay.

I liked the comment about adding some more dialog, although there wasn't a lot - yet what there was, was some "parade/marching" music - we were humming as we made our way around the house and our dialog around the little rainbow - thanks for that!

When I send in nature articles for publication, I am careful about my dash and dot habit - removing most, and making more sentences from the "long" ones I tend to start with.

I have a theme that seeps into most every article/essay/story I write - that each moment is magical and that most are lost to our fast-paced groundhog day repetitive existence. Sinse I've left that world behind (the fast-paced, corporate mindset, where I always had people to see, places to go, and things to do), I've found wonder in places my eyes couldn't have focused on before - because they were too busy "working" on my overextended daily planner.

So, with that in mind, I hope that sheds a bit of light on where some of my thoughts come from...again and again. Children live that way - they see what adults miss time and again. Yet, I think that the child in each of us still lives inside, beneath the adult-facade - the many roles and goals that tend to occupy the majority of each and every day.
Yves44
06 June 2009
A very lovely story that shows the joy you have in your grandchildren, and yes it is great to share such moments.

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