Four weeks of the shutdown had passed. The Pandemic had encompassed the way life was lived on earth. Never had the earth been literally shut down…people living stationary lives in their homes. Work…school…sports…restaurants…parks were closed. Social interaction was no longer allowed. Social distancing was mandiated.
It reminded Me of years ago when as a young women she lived along the Great Lakes basin alone with Melody and Freedom with no existence of humankind. It rekindled old emotions of when she was introduced to what it meant to be free…learning to accept what she could not be and embracing what she was. With Melody…her chickadee mentor and Freedom her loyal donkey guardian..they journeyed through a silent civilization called the Forest of the Naked Slate. It was there…through a courageous battle with her fears that she became one with her Soul. Together they began to fill her Naked Slate… removing societies definitions of who she was to be…. defining who she was. Over time she learned how to walk freely in an active social society….dismissing its definition of her and reaching outside of her comfort zone to embrace the individual she was. With the Pandemic’s need for society to be silent….she embraced this time… for it returned that peace from her past. She still ached to be back at the water’s basin dancing with Freedom…watching Sun’s diamonds as they danced on the water before her and listening to Melody as she transcribed the words of Ghost who was the complicated emotions of her Soul.
That was long ago…
Me was moving into her 65th year. Her explorations out of her comfort zone continued to fill her Naked Slate as she and Soul moved together through life. Freedom died not long after their Journey…her heart still heavy from his loss. His last words to her were that she carry forward to another what he carried forward to her: acting as guardian to another as they journeyed to fill their Naked Slate. He was now at peace resting high above the water’s edge on the bluff where she always felt most loved. Here the Sun would visit every evening exploding with diamonds across the waters as it found its way to earth. Together Melody, Freedom and Me would cuddle until dark would take the water away….leaving only the sound of the waves lapping against the shore below. It too was where she buried her satchel that held all of her precious possessions, prior to her journey: the magic metal that reflected light…the woven matt: her bed as she ly against Freedom’s warm belly at night…and her precious beach glass. She would rest next to him again someday….Melody would be beside her too.
Melody was perched in a birch tree not far from Me attempting to open the sunflower seed that she pulled from the feeder next door. She never got the hang of it….Me and Freedom always teased her about her clumsiness.
Chicka dee dee dee…Chicka dee dee
Chicka dee dee dee…Chicka dee dee
“Good Morning Melody”
“Good Morning my Child….so where are we going to explore outside of your comfort zone today?”
04.24.2020
My ghost in me... 