It feels I should tell you now that when Princess Mydnite dwelt in the sacred garden, she brought powerful magic with her, as she was a true princess from the planet Gliridesceta. You could safely think of her as a magical gypsy from outer space, though I'm not sure that does her justice. Her magic made problem solving in the sacred garden very simple most of the time. Truth be told, we accidentally learned to take this for granted over time. I didn't realize this, of course, until just now. Without her presence, I would be faced with finding solutions to problems without using magic. Elbow grease, and hard labor, you know...and cleverness! Hindsight being 20/20, it wasn't such a bad thing you know, having to work hard and be clever.
I pondered these types of thoughts while pacing around the Persian rug, then I heard a rustling in the overgrowth just a few paces behind me. I crouched down instinctively and turned to see what might be coming my way. Words can't completely describe the joy I felt when I discovered the rustling was caused by one Cousin Eddie Raven...we call him "Cousin Eddie" because he is actually my lovely gatekeeper's cousin--and his name is Eddie. I hadn't seen him or his makeshift garage when I entered my garden, so I had assumed he had left us as well. So I had become what my 9th grade English teacher Ms. Silva said you would become when you assume something.
For those unfamiliar with Cousin Eddie, he's the black sheep in a family of black Ravens. He loves beer even more than I do, and he's known throughout Interterrestria for constructing brilliant and useful objects out of beer cans. In fact, the aforementioned garage I didn't see when entering the garden gate (it used to be just to the left of the entryway) was also constructed out of beer cans. My lovely gatekeeper told me long ago that Cousin Eddie was once a very famous rock star--a revolutionary guitarist. He originally came to the sacred garden to escape the rock star life he had grown weary of.
But now Cousin Eddie stood before me, and brought me great comfort...and a great device he made out of beer cans that would help me cut down the disgusting overgrowth in my sacred garden. We had somewhat of a touching conversation, and I gladly accepted the gift he brought me. Cousin Eddie saw me looking at the Persian rug, and realized I was trying to find a way to restore it. "You could wash it out in the river, you know," he said matter-of-factly.
"I thought of that," I told him, and continued, "I can roll it up myself well enough, but there's no way I'll be able to get it down to the river by myself."
Cousin Eddie plopped down on the Persian rug and laughed, flicking a moldy twig off of it. "It seems you've forgotten our dragon friends."
"You mean Douglas and Justin?" I asked..."You still have contact with them?"
"No," he smiled, "but our lovely gatekeeper happens to have contact with them on AOL Instant Messenger, and I'm sure they could be here before you finished rolling up the rug...if you get my drift."
I stood up and felt strong, and said, "Of course I get your drift! I love you, Cousin Eddie!" Then I guided him off the Persian rug and began rolling it up. Cousin Eddie told me he loved me too, then hustled off through the disgusting overgrowth.
It took longer than I thought it would, but I did manage to get the Persian rug completely rolled up. It was a VERY large roll...its diameter came almost to my shoulders. Just as I wiped the sweat from my forehead, dragon life partners, Douglas and Justin descended upon my sacred garden, and we exchanged pleasantries. They still happily dwell in the mountains to the far north, it turns out: Douglas in Mt. Sol, and Justin in Mt. Nol. It was comforting to know some things can exist outside the realm of change. They had no trouble at all carrying the Persian rug into the river, and all three of us unrolled it. Cousin Eddie met us on the bank with a good brush and some form of soap (remind me to ask him about it later) that worked very well. Since we don't keep time in the Xanadu Forest, I'm not sure how long it took me to scrub the Persian rug clean, but it was certainly many hours at the very least. Douglas and Justin, who had disappeared while I was scrubbing away, magically reappeared just as I scrubbed away the last of the overgrowth. They picked the rug up with ease and draped it over the bridge that leads to Morganshire, next to the twin trees. Within minutes they had the Persian rug completely dry using their dragon breath (only the heat, not the flame--yes, dragons have control over this) and they carried it with ease and set it so gently upon its proper place in my sacred garden.
I was so grateful for their help, and expressed this well as I could to the dragon life partners. We exchanged a few more pleasantries, and in the blink of an eye they were off to the great mountains of the north. I was even more grateful to have a place to rest now...a place that felt like home because it IS home. And I thought once more how wonderful it is that some things can exist outside the realm of change. I would sleep so sweetly that night, and I would wake with Love, hope, and an unstoppable spirit of optimism...something I would very soon need very much of. But that is a story for another day.
Thank you, O loveliest of lovely gatekeepers.
Thank you, dear & brilliant Cousin Eddie.
Thank you, precious & unchanging life partner dragons Justin & Douglas.
And thank YOU, my Edwin. Always and forever.
Goodnight, my dearest loves.