The Beginning – Page 6 – My ghost in me…

Freedom and Me spent hours playing on the shoreline. Me loved riding on Freedom’s back as he cantered along the water’s edge. He was teasing her today. He would dash in and out of the water going a little deeper with each run. His big ears were erect, taking note of the giggles and laughter coming from her warm body on his back. Today he allowed the spray from his hooves as they pierced the water to drench her tiny body. He was giggling too.
Me had her arms wrapped around his burly neck…her distinctive voice cooing into his ear. I love you…she spoke. The morning had turned into afternoon. Freedom and Me were beginning to tire. As they left the water returning to the area of beach called home, they saw Melody perched on the big driftwood log next to their fire pit. Melody was enjoying the sunflower seeds that she had collected that morning. It was her favorite meal. She was meticulously dissecting the soft meat from its shell. Me and Freedom always watched her in awe as she concentrated to not let go a speck. Actually, it was kind of funny. They both giggled as they approached her and settled beside her. No words spoken: together…Melody, Freedom, and Me silently watched over the water as the sun performed its daily ritual. Diamonds encompassed the entire body of water today. A sailboat was in the distance immersed in twinkling splendor. Hours went by as the sun nourished their hearts and the diamonds fed their souls. Me did not understand this time of day. She only knew that this was her favorite time. It made her feel something she did not understand.

Suddenly…words filled the air. Melody what is silence? asked Me.

Melody was startled. She fluttered…catching herself in flight as she fell from her perch. She had been awakened from emotional silence she was sharing with Soul. She had lost all reference of time and place. Slowly… she settled. A smile came to her tiny face: Me was asking a question. Silence is when the mind stands still my child …

Confused, Me asked: How does the mind stand still?

It stands still when there is no communication with the past, the present, or the future. It is then that the senses are set free and Soul begins to be heard.

Still confused, Me asked: How do I talk to Soul?

You do not talk to Soul in a literal sense. Through your thoughts you listen… you feel. Talk as we know it, is irrelevant. All questions are already known because you and Soul are one, in the same being. It is the answers that you seek… You just need to listen and feel what is being said.

How do I know what is being said?

The emotion you feel will guide you. It is when you feel this deep-seated emotion of Soul that you awaken and bring alive… your distinct individual persona. You begin to hear what is being said. This unfamiliar emotion will arouse search within you… inspiring you. A journey evolves: exploring your identity. The result: you begin to fill your Naked Slate. As you discover who you “in fact” are, you remove what society has mistakenly chosen you to be. Your success will resonate through the respect and love that you will begin to give to yourself having acknowledged your true strengths, weaknesses, fears, and demons. Truth will become your power as peace becomes your friend.

Melody…What is Search? What is the Naked Slate?
Me’s head was swimming—Melody once again was talking a language that Me could not understand.

Tomorrow is another day my child. We will talk tomorrow.” said Melody.

Darkness had settled in and Me’s eyes were heavy. It had been a long, busy, wonderful day. Freedom was lying next to her cuddling tightly. She assumed he was asleep playing in his dreams. He must be exhausted from today’s play, she told herself.
In fact: Freedom was wide awake having listened to the entire exchange of words between Melody and Me.
Me asked questions …he whispered to himself. Me asked questions…she seeks to search. Having witnessed the exchange, it confirmed to him that a journey would someday begin.

Good night Melody
Good night my child
I love you…
I love you too…
Chick a dee dee dee Chick a dee dee…
01/06/11

Me was in a trance. She stared endlessly into the basin before her. The waves were dancing. The wind pushed their powerful energy into the shore. She did not notice that the tide had now surrounded her as she sat in its bosom. The wind dried her tears as they fell.
Her eyes did not flicker. Her face was tense. Her shoulders were erect and frozen. She felt numb. Though her mind was vacant, the world was rushing around her…words were coming from all directions. Not kind words, but words that made her feel insecure, anxious and self-doubting. They were fictitious words. They were not her words. They were words that society chose to use in defining who she was.
She began to recognize that just being born a girl created numerous involuntary definitions of who she was. She would love the color pink not blue. She would be treated as fragile not strong. Her toys would be dolls not trucks. Her first dress up would include leggings and a dress not pants and a bow tie. From the moment outside of Mama’s womb, the chaotic confusion began. Once gendered, society would announce the foundation of who she was. As her life conditions unfolded…white…black…rich…poor…pretty…ugly…smart…dumb…society would begin to cultivate and massage its definition of who Me was to become. As she continued to listen to the world of fictitious words that circled her, Me became paralyzed. Her body could not move as the tide continued to embrace her deeper into its grasp.
Weeks had gone by since her last visit with Melody. That too made her anxious and unsettled. Me was spending more and more time reflecting on the words and stories that Melody had spoken. She was beginning to see a message in Melody’s words. Though Melody’s stories exhausted her, she would listen more intently the next time…oh how she yearned for a next time.

Melody…Melody…Where are you my Melody?

Freedom was on top of the bluff enjoying the bounty of grass that lay at his feet. Last night’s rain created a refreshing fragrance in the air as well as nourished the morsels that now entered his body.
As he lifted his head to take a breath of the windswept air, he saw Me motionless sitting in the tide that was making its evening visit onto shore. As he watched, Me continued to not make a move. The tide persisted to embrace her. He began to feel uneasiness. He was acutely aware of Me’s unsettledness. He also knew that this was her journey. He could not interfere. His thoughts took him back to when he journeyed. Filling the “Naked Slate“ was a very courageous passage. Very few were aware of it. Even fewer were successful completing it. He moved his body closer to the bluff’s edge knowing he could be by her side momentarily if need be. Being half mule and half horse had its benefits. Freedom perked his huge ears. He was not allowing her out of his site as he sniffed the cool brisk air. Softly he heard her words.

Melody…Melody…Where are you my Melody?

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