It was a beautiful day as Me, Freedom and Melody left the water’s edge.  Sun’s rising filled the sky with overwhelming pinks and blues. August2011 041 She knew these were Me’s favorite colors.  Sun also knew that this was her last shared moment before the journey took her treasured friends away. This was her final embrace. It was now in Me’s control: her journey to fill her Naked Slate; her travels to unite with her Soul.  Sun had confidence in her conviction of Freedom as her guardian and Melody her interpreter and guide.
Their departure: a wrenching turmoil of emotion.

Me, Freedom and Melody decided they each needed to say their own private goodbye.   Parting in separate directions: drawing all emotion inward, they took their final walk in this beautiful land that they called home.

Me loved the shoreline. She began to inhale giant gulps of the fresh air dancing toward her as the waves lapped up onto the sand over her bare feet.  Water cascaded between her toes.  Filling her lungs deeply she became dizzy losing her balance, falling to her knees.  Looking to the east she caught sight of Sun’s gift that morning; her colors pink and blue. Sun had not lost sight of Me since her early rising.   Her morning light quivered as cloud cover hid her moistened rays.  She was silent.  She could not respond. The journey had begun.

Freedom took his favorite path up onto the bluff where he and Me slept many nights. Walking the hazardous course, his feet stable in their grasp of the earth, he chuckled as he reflected on the numerous times Me would clutch his thick mane grasping the safety that Freedom gave her as they climbed the bluff together.  Once settled in their favorite bed on earth, watching the stars that ran through the universe; Me would snuggle into Freedom’s warm belly.  Freedom would then wrap his head and big leaf-like ear’s over as much of Me’s small frame as he could. He loved his ears.  For so many years mocked and ridiculed for their size, he always believed they had more purpose than just to hear.  Suddenly, instinctually, he gazed down toward the shoreline looking for Me, searching for confirmation of her safety.  Me was just below.  Freedom loved Me beyond words.  He too was afraid, questioning his ability to protect Me during this journey of the unknown.  As he stared into the water’s horizon a vision of Adam came into sight.  Calm soon began to fill his body as Adam whispered into his ear reassured words describing his tremendous physical and mental strength.

Melody returned to her favorite birch tree.  Her small tummy was anxious and trembling. She knew nothing about anything. She only knew her duty was twofold: Guide and Interpreter.   As Guide she was to lead Me outside of her comfort zone in search of uniting with Soul.  As Interpreter: once outside of her comfort zone, when confusion would overcome, Melody would fulfill her greatest duty Interpreter of Me’s Soul.

It was mid-morning before Melody, Freedom, and Me broke camp and were on their way.

Chick a dee dee dee
Chick a dee dee

Melody… where are we going? said Me.
We are on our way to somewhere, my child.
How can we be on our way to somewhere not knowing where somewhere is?
Somewhere is not a located place, my child.
Somewhere is inside…inside of You.
We will know when we arrive, for You will know.

Me looked at Melody confused.

Silence filled the air.

The day was beginning to feel the afternoon sun. It was the time of day when the diamonds visited the water’s basin as Sun worked toward touching the earth.  Me could feel it.  She wept. She missed the peace that the diamonds brought to her during this time of day.

Why do you weep my child?  Melody softly spoke.
I hurt inside Melody.  I loved where I was and I do not know where I am going.   I now understand.  I now see that as Sun would find her settled ground and the diamonds faded into the sea, I would electrify, feeling connected, feeling safe,  feeling free.

My child listen to your words, feel your emotions. Could this emotion be etching into your Naked Slate?  Are you missing the diamonds out of habit or are you missing the diamonds because they are part of who you are?

They are a part of me Melody.  They are who I am.

Then my child, do not be afraid of their loss, be joyful for their discovery.   Be comforted knowing that you will forever seek Sun and her diamonds, for they define who you are.

Silence filled the air…

Hours filled the time.

Me struggled as she tried to understand Melody’s message. Her head was swimming.  She closed her eyes.  With both arms, she tightly squeezed Freedom’s warm neck sensing his comfort.  She became aware of her tiny satchel against her body separating their touch.  Settling into calm; she slept.



Once at camp, Me began to gather her few belongings.  They held so many memories.  She could not imagine leaving any of her precious treasures behind.  As she started to fill her modest satchel, Me’s racing heart began to settle and air entered her lungs more freely. The frenzied pace slowed. She turned her attention inward and repeated over and over to herself: just listen…just listen…listen to what is being said inside.  It did not take long.  It was Melody’s earlier words. Do not let this false sensation of safe mediocrity hold you back from discovering what can be. Choose only those items you need as you continue your journey, not simply those items you love.  Freedom will carry your satchel as well as you during times when the journey’s heaviness exhausts you.  Knowing this, you must choose how heavy your satchel will be: for when you are exhausted, Freedom too will feel your exhaustion as he struggles in silence to carry you and those possessions you have chosen to need.

It was was was perfect.
It was small…it was blue…it was perfect.

Me found an over-sized blue diamond hosta leaf not far from camp. She placed on the leaf everything she owned.  The magic metal that reflected light:  it allowed her to view each morning the reflection of who she was. The woven mat of grass: her bed on where each night she slept as Freedom wrapped his warm awkward body around her.  The collection of precious beach glass: discoveries made piece by piece as she canvassed the shoreline along the water’s edge.  Me had decided to take nothing except her satchel and one small treasure.  Searching through her beach glass she found the one piece that she adored.  It was small.  It was blue.  It was perfect. She slipped it into the protective case then methodically wrapped the leaf tightly around the treasures that remained.  Walking peacefully from the bluff to her most special place on earth, Me held firm against her heart the make shift vault that was embracing all that she owned.   She hiked to an area that she knew the waves could not reach.  Arriving; it was here that she felt most loved.  It was here that Sun would faithfully come time and time again for her, just for her, loving her. Together they embraced an extraordinary bond of peace.  For hours Sun would warm her heart creating the diamonds that fed her new friend Soul. Kneeling to the ground and cupping her hands, Me slowly dug into the earth. She did not want to dig too deep for she needed Sun to continue warming her treasures with the hope of someday seeing them again.

Melody watched from the birch tree that had become her favorite elevated height. She sat in silence, watching Me prepare her burial site.  She was mentally examining their travel plans and preparing her state of mind.  As the translator  of Me’s Soul, Melody’s role necessitated providing Me with out of comfort zone experiences.  These experiences would draw Me further within her person, listening deeper to her being, finding true comfort from who she is: over time becoming one with the emotions of her Soul.

Freedom too had been watching Me.  He stood strong and erect as he observed Me’s movements below.  Earlier he had studied her facial expression as she delicately kissed each of her chattels before placing them gently on the leaf.  He then observed her body movements as she found the perfect location and created the perfect depth into the earth to place what she was leaving behind.  His mind was now wandering.  He was revisiting his time: his turn…his journey.  He too had a Guardian.

Freedom & Adam
Freedom & Adam

His name was Adam.  Freedom closed his eyes as he visualized them together. Adam loved and protected him unconditionally just as he now loved and protected Me.  Just as Me would someday unconditionally love and protect another.  He envisioned the first time he felt Adam’s exhaustion; when he could walk no longer, his legs could move no more and his thirst for water overwhelming.  They had been walking for days.  They could not find water.  As Adam carefully labored to the ground for Freedom to mount his warm sweat-ridden body, it was then that Freedom realized just how difficult a journey this was for Adam too.  His breathing labored.  His exhaustion and thirst obvious.  His body draped with dust.  Small open sores circled his swollen knees.  As Freedom mounted, wrapping his tiny legs around Adam’s big round belly, he thought about the weight of  his satchel and how little importance his possessions now had.  With no further thought he grabbed the bag that held his collection of past memories and tossed it as far as his remaining strength would allow.  It did not matter anymore…

0814 2014