…a state of mind

Suns’ setting was ending its display as Me reached out to Freedom and wrapped her arms around his big belly for a warm hug.  The pandemic…now moving into its 6th month…was not leaving any time soon.  The earth’s silence endured.  Me continued to embrace the noiselessness for it allowed her to step back into yesterday.  She returned to her visionary moments  frolicking with Melody and Freedom as they had so many years ago…while guiding her journey to fill her Naked Slate and becoming one with Soul.  Freedom had returned in her visions… making it perfectly clear to her that death was only a state of mind. She had missed him so.  He missed her too. The pandemic did not allow them to return home.  Home was their favorite place on earth: the Bayfield water’s edge on the great lakes basin where the diamonds danced each night as the Sun’s magic created a window of heaven on earth below.
So they deepened their imaginary search and created a new space…in this new world…in this new time.  The water’s of the great lakes region still surrounded them…Sun’s magic still glistened on the water’s basin to the west as the diamonds found heaven on earth below.  It too became perfectly clear. Home was not a place…but a state of mind with Soul.

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08 04 2020

…living with Soul…my Ghost in me

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

…the weapon

Days passed…Me would not move from her place beneath the oak tree on the bluff.  Fear had shattered her confidence and despair was beginning to set in.  Melody and Freedom could only watch from afar…waiting for Me to make her first attempt to challenge Society’s definition of her.   The Forest of the Naked Slate had been filling her head with society’s expectations the moment she entered.  She had not felt these expectations since before the incident twelve years ago.  The forest was doing exactly what was expected of it. It brought Me face to face with the raw expectations of her existence.  Melody could sense the sadness, the fear, the lack of confidence. As Me’s guide… she knew she needed to intervene.

Melody sat perched in the cradle of the beautiful oak tree.  She dusted herself off and slowly made her way to where Me was sitting.

 Chick a dee dee dee
Chick a dee dee

Chick a dee dee dee
Chick a dee dee

 My child…what is the pain that you feel?
I see you loathe your position.
I see the heaviness in your heart.
Talk to me….please talk to me.

…no words were spoken.  Afternoon fell into dusk…dusk into evening.
Finally, Me spoke:

I miss my home Melody.  I miss the water…I miss Sun…I miss my diamonds…I miss playing along the waters edge with Freedom. I want to go back Melody. Please…please take me back.  Here….my head is filled with chaos and confusion of who I am supposed to be.  At the water’s edge my existence was clear. I want my other life back with just you, Freedom and me.

 My child you must remember why you are here. Our life at the water’s edge was just the beginning of this journey to fill your Naked Slate.  As we both know, you were no longer being challenged…no longer asking questions…no longer seeking knowledge.  Remember when you began your search for what “could be”?  You taught yourself how to remove the clutter from your mind…you reached deep …you met Soul and learned from Soul.  Soul helped you realize that what is inside of you is precious and belongs only to you.  You decide who you are, not the definition that society has created for you.  The Forest of the Naked Slate is challenging everything about you that is not in Society’s definition of you. Fear is its weapon.  You must decide what your weapon will be.

 Me’s eyes met Melody’s for the first time since their arrival.  Melody could see the anger beginning to ease as Me’s body language softened.

Melody continued…

Remember when you visited the museum with Freedom and learned about mediocrity? Through pictures you saw how Society’s static definition of mankind has permeated our history for centuries.  This mediocrity has become the safe haven of man and woman’s definition of how they see themselves in this world.  It is a comfort zone that most seek as life’s fulfillment. But life is not fulfilled…for Soul has never been met… You have chosen to meet Soul.

Melody watched as Me wrestled within her thoughts…time continued to pass…it was late into the evening before she finally spoke again.  Freedom had taken a position beside her and his nose was nuzzled in her lap.
…Finally she spoke

…it is Soul who will be my weapon.