It was a black forest, its floor littered with toadstools that were exploding on contact. The vegetation was so thick that light was not penetrating in. Aislinn walked along a narrow and unending path. The thorny bushes along the path were hurting her, leaving purple marks all over her. It was hurting, but she was holding out since she had a definite purpose. And yes it was to admire the beauty of the tall trees and green leaves. She had an unshakable faith and an instinct that I would soon reach the end of the track. Aislinn was feeling lonely at this distant and totally alien place but kept on walking.
Finally Aislinn reached the end of the track and saw a farm with green pasture. However there was no house. This was a bit strange but she continued to follow the track.
Then she saw a waterfall.
A cascade of clear water and a microcosm of infinite complexity. Thousands of being living in this strange place. The path was dividing the waters, fresh water from the salt water, the sea and the river. Because it was a narrow path, it was easy for the dolphin to jump from a one side to the other. Muireadhach was his name.
And so I was delighted and was amused. The path was narrow but very green. The water was clear and blue - Aquamarine blue.
People started arriving to enjoy it… But now Aislinn was the protector of those waters. It was so delicate that even the foot steps were enough to frighten the small animals. The whole rhythm of that microcosmos would be shaken if a crowd would arrive. She passed days listening to the sound of the waters and it was whispering wise advices.
Muireadhach kept amusing her playing and jumping from one side to the other … Now she was calling him Muir. It was telling me stories from across the sea … coming from a distant world, princes and princesses, knights, fairies and bad witches, how to take care of some plants, or prepare her meal. He was not speaking much about himself.
Aislinn was sleeping in the grass, under the starlit sky and didn’t find it bothersome. She was living on the food that Muir was bringing of distant lands. Her love for Muir was strong now and she devoted herself more to that place.
Then one day the sun stopped shining. The fishes disappeared. Muir did not appear any more. Aislinn did not know the reason. Perhaps she did something wrong. Lack of care? Didn’t I plow the land straight?, didn’t I water the plants, did’t I give enough attention to Muir?? Her light, as well as her health was fading.
People were entering and having a great time in what it was remaining of the clear waters.
Muir may not have realised the happiness she felt while he shared his stories.
After three weeks of darkness and coldness, after building a safe shelter, she decided to get out of that sadness. Aislinn started to plant tulips, since they were well suited for that cold climate. She planted tulips all over, around the waterfall, in the boundaries of the farm. There were tulips all over.
She concentrated her strength in restoring the place abandoned by Apollo and ignored by Afrodite, working the hard and dry land. Now the place that was dried up once, became more alive, dazzling in intense colours like a picture of Renoir. What was made beautiful by nature, became a perfection of her own hands.
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