Me: again in her fetal position, lay quietly in sleep as Melody sang into her blood bathed ear. It was mid-morning and Me had not yet woken. Freedom was in the woods behind searching for berries and water to drink.
Me’s eyes slowly opened. Immediately above her she recognized the huge umbrella of green that she could only sense above her body while in darkness the night before. It was a beautiful Oak. No words were immediately spoken. As Me pulled herself up and off the ground into a sitting position, she began to look around her and “take in” her chosen location of their first night in the Forest of Naked Slate.
The sight took her breath away. They were situated Continue reading “Society…”
Dark silence had filled the air. All that could be heard was Freedom’s labored breath and his hoof’s as they glazed against the surface dust of the earth. It was a cool night. There was no setting sun…no feeding of the diamonds…no basin of water to bathe before bed.
“Stop”… said Me. It is here that we will sleep. As she dismounted, her legs buckled from the weight of her body. This was the first time that her body had left the security of Freedom’s warm hold since leaving this morning. Able to only distinguish soft dark shapes around her: Me worked her way slowly to what looked to be a large unidentifiable tree. Continue reading “Spoken…”
During this coming year…
L… Live in the moment
V…Volunteer your time to others
R…Read to continue learning
E…Exercise to feel alive
F…Forgive those unforgiven
G…Take guilt and throw it away
Me loved her Melody… They had been inseparable since birth. She was her cherished, invisible friend. Melody was a chickadee. No one could see or hear her…except Me.
Together: they explored childhood. They giggled… they cried… they grew. As time took Me from infancy into adolescence, she feared that Melody would one day be gone: vanished from her life. She could not imagine life without her Melody. “No one as an adult had an invisible friend”… she would tell herself. Mama kept telling her that too. Continue reading “Melody…an introduction”
At every moment your love or lack of love for self is the anchor of who you believe you are.
At this moment your chosen relationships are influencing this love; massaging it into who you will ultimately become.
Those chosen mean everything.