I found myself in a trusting mood this morning. I’m trusting the thoughts, words, and imagery that made themselves felt as I considered the butterfly graphic above (from a recent Botanical Gardens photo shoot!). Before I lose the stream, here’s what made it’s way to the surface of my consciousness:
The Hidden Isle of TigaMondra
They are called Tigertail Swallows; butterflies in the ancient common speak. Tigertails are said to be the favorite of the Goddess Iza’haara. She came to choose Tigertails as favorites because once an army of these beautiful, fragile creatures answered her call, defending her life on the shores of her island home.
The hidden Isle of TigaMondra, home to Iza’haara for five thousand years, was discovered only once in its storied existence by outside forces. Those forces were led by the Demi-god Dvaghadi, who dedicated fifty years of days and nights, punishing his one thousand warrior strong contingent on his obsessive quest.
Dvaghadi, after fifty years and little to show for his efforts except the growing hatred and impending insurrection of his troops, found himself in a position he’d never imagined; one where he acknowledged defeat. Before he could complete the act, his fate took an abrupt turn for the better in the form of Asajeem, goddess of Dreams and Deception.
Asajeem, visited Dvaghadi’s dreams in the last hour before the dawn on the first day of the fiftieth year of his mad search. Her dream-visit revealed for him the location of TigaMondra and its sole inhabitant, the goddess Iza’haara.
With renewed passion, desire, vision, and hope Dvaghadi roused his men, explaining he’d been shown the way by the goddess Asajeem. Victory, he told them was finally theirs.
For a goddess of Deception and Dreams, Asajeem this time proved true to her promise. The next morning found Dvaghadi and his thousand weary yet capable soldiers alighting on the beachfront of the Isle of TigaMondra. Ironically, they were closer than originally estimated. Having a goddess lend a hand can prove most advantageous.
At the ending strip of white sand beach stood a magnificent two-storied silver pavilion surrounded by towering pink blossomed trees. The goddess Iza’haara, dressed in billowing robes the color of saffron laced with charcoal stripes, sat on the ground with eyes closed playing a hamasek, a stringed instrument which produce a single resonant hum.
“I have found you, Iza’haara,” Dvaghadi boasted as he moved slowly up the beach. “Fifty years of seeking through the four corners of the world and TigaMondra is no longer hidden.”
The goddess Iza’haara remained still; eyes closed and smiling a knowing smile.
“You sit there upon your cushion in the grass smiling?” Dvaghadi asked. “I have discovered your hidden Isle of TigaMondra. I claim it and I claim you. What say you, goddess?”
Iza’haara said nothing in response to Dvaghaadi’s inquiries. Instead, she gently lay her hamasek on the edge of her cushion, tilted her head to the blue vault of the heavens, and uttered a single syllable.
It did not take long for Dvaghadi and his men to learn the meaning of her utterance. The brilliance of the day darkened. Tempest-like winds raked the beach. Iza’haara’s single syllable cry was repeated by a million Tigertails convening on the location.
The goddess Iza’haara did not stay seated to watch the outcome. Instead, she rose regally, heading into her pavilion without once looking back. The lightly echoing click of the door’s lock signaled the hidden Isle of TigaMondra lay hidden once more.
K’lee L. © 2015