Dark silence had filled the air. All that could be heard was Freedom’s labored breath and his hoof’s as they glazed against the surface dust of the earth. It was a cool night. There was no setting sun…no feeding of the diamonds…no basin of water to bathe before bed.
“Stop”… said Me. It is here that we will sleep. As she dismounted, her legs buckled from the weight of her body. This was the first time that her body had left the security of Freedom’s warm hold since leaving this morning. Able to only distinguish soft dark shapes around her: Me worked her way slowly to what looked to be a large unidentifiable tree. Continue reading “Spoken…”
During this coming year…
L… Live in the moment
V…Volunteer your time to others
R…Read to continue learning
E…Exercise to feel alive
F…Forgive those unforgiven
G…Take guilt and throw it away
Me loved her Melody… They had been inseparable since birth. She was her cherished, invisible friend. Melody was a chickadee. No one could see or hear her…except Me.
Together: they explored childhood. They giggled… they cried… they grew. As time took Me from infancy into adolescence, she feared that Melody would one day be gone: vanished from her life. She could not imagine life without her Melody. “No one as an adult had an invisible friend”… she would tell herself. Mama kept telling her that too. Continue reading “Melody…an introduction”
At every moment your love or lack of love for self is the anchor of who you believe you are.
At this moment your chosen relationships are influencing this love; massaging it into who you will ultimately become.
Those chosen mean everything.
Me was mentally exhausted. Deep sleep came quickly as she hung tight to Freedom’s coarse mane. Soon her mind began to open to the universe. Color and form came forward, taking her into her dreams. She was back at the county garage, twelve years earlier where the incident occurred. She saw herself lying in a pool of blood after falling from her bicycle… motionless. Melody was perched next to her left ear. She was witnessing her invented friend move into another form, no longer imaginary in her mind. She was acknowledging that they were no longer separate…they were one. They now spoke without verbal communication. Me needing only to listen: to feel.
Going deeper into her universe of dreams, Me spiraled slowly, awkwardly, inward. A bright energy was drawing her in as an unidentifiable dark force was pulling her out. Continue reading “Fear-“