Chickadee…dee. Chick a dee… dee…dee. Chickadee… dee… Chickadee… dee… dee
Me startled as she recognized that voice of old. Melody… her childhood invisible friend. They were inseparable from birth, as Melody prepared and guided “Me” during her journey into the Forest of the Naked Slate. It was there that she discovered her intrinsic self, no longer allowing society to define who she was to be. The journey was profound. To this day, the lessons lived. That was long ago.
Chickadee… dee Chickadee… dee … dee. Chickadee… dee. Chickadee… dee… dee
,,,again she heard the song…
“Me” was enjoying the early evening sky as the sun was beginning its decent to touch the earth below.
She had thought of Melody often during the past 10 months, missing her soothing constructive words when Society’s confusion overwhelmed her… as it was now. As she curiously looked around her, she saw Melody settle on a stem of beach grass behind her. As their eyes met, Melody lifted her tiny aging body and struggled to find her way to touch her friend.
Silence held time… no words spoken as Melody caressed the warm skin of her favorite dearest friend communicating through the warmth of one another.
Words were finally spoken
How did you know of my distress, Melody? How did you know of my need for your guiding words? I find myself crashing as Society has decided a direction for our world that I cannot live in.
Melody spoke softly.
My child… we are one. I am always with you. I feel what you feel. I feel the heaviness in your heart. In The Forest of the Naked Slate, I witnessed your perseverance to conquer fear. It is fear that is the enemy in your heart once again. Return to your journey. Go back to that time… I promise you, you will find what you seek… reconnecting with “Me”.
Me continued her silence as she and Melody found a shade tree to settle under. The air was beginning to cool. Melody’s soothing words took her back to her journey, and she filled with memories.
Melody will you sleep beside me tonight, here, next to the sounds of the waters edge, like we did so long ago.
Yes my child…I am here. Let us rest into the morning.
As Me’s eyes became heavy, her thoughts turned to Freedom. He was her faithful guardian during her Journey. His large donkey frame carried her many miles as they traveled through the Forest. At night she would cuddle against his warm belly with Melody cuddled near. He died not longer after her Journey.
Me now knew what she had to do. She needed to go back. She needed to find her lost “Me”.
My Ghost in Me…finding Soul… Melody, Freedom, and Me
My ghost in me... 