Lots of Gifts on Board

The painter painted his painting. Powerful lines and colours. Simple design. He had a plan. Or did the plan had him? There was an exchange between the two, that is sure. He was watched. From above. The blue lines danced with his fingers. They enjoyed their curves. Welcomed every movement with passionate wonder. The captain looked further and that was his blessing. On board, a lot of gifts. Thrilled to be unpacked very soon. All of them one by one.

Presents collected over time yet time did not matter in the storyline. Let us mention it here out of respect. It did play a role in the past. But that idea was gone. Now. The eyes of the captain were full of stars. When that happens it is a sort of expression of good omen. The universe sends a blessing with a huge smile. Eyes looking out for more. Adventures to come. Living. Thriving. Saying yes to the things that matter most.

A dog barking. On board. A sensitive creature faithful to his boss. The captain appointed him into a dog watching role. The dog loved it instantly. Observing the waves and barking only then when it was needed. With good intentions to steer the ship in the right direction. Right? They knew what they were doing. In their hearts and souls and especially why they were doing it. A great difference in a lifetime if you ask me.

The ocean and the sunrise were best friends. They knew each other since childhood. Playing like little children on the beach. Discovering what needed to be discovered and letting go of what did not serve them in their growth. Nurturing the good chapters. It was fun. Under the sun. In the water. Blue waters. Dolphins following their bliss. With ease and grace. Just because. Because that was part of the story. Can you believe that?

The gifts were the stars. Of the show. They were patiently waiting for their moment to shine. To make someone truly happy when they were unpacked. The captain was aware of the direction and each gift had their personal code of arrival. A long journey of things unfolding. Meant to be. The dog only had to watch the gifts like a shepherd dog does when he is herding the sheep. If a gift would start to slide the dog would bark long enough for the captain to readjust their position.

The gifts were already connected to the hearts of the receivers. Every day, they came closer to their owners. The time was just a noun, nothing more. The invisible lines made the captain sing and the dog wagging its tail. The sunrise blossomed and the ocean mixed and mingled with the dolphins. The painter continued to paint his painting. A unique piece. Lots of gifts on board. It can not be said enough. The lines were golden. More than enough. To receive. Barking, steering. Yes.

By Liesbeth Leysen