I close my eyes, empty my mind, and slowly bring in to focus the multi colored flame surrounding my body. I breathe, in and out; I slow my breath down, pulling air deeper into myself with each breath. As I relax and focus, the flame becomes a brilliant white at the crown. I pull this light within and through my body until I am glowing this brilliant cleansing light from crown to soul of foot to licking out of my fingertips. As the white light consumes my body I feel its calming, warming energy as it swirl around my physical self washing all impurities out, in to the earth.
Opening my center eye, I see a familiar place. High upon a cliff looking out upon the sea, hearing the song of the waves as they crash upon the shore line then retreat back in to the ocean to only return again. I close my eyes and listen to the plus of the sea for a time, hearing the sea gulls go about their day in the distances. I can smell the salt from the waters, the green of the plants behind me and the wet soil of the earth. I spend time just enjoying hearing and feeling this part of the earth's song as it softly shares its story with me, before opening my eyes to look around at the beauty of this place once again. The blue-grey ski's, with puff ball clouds, the sea gulls flying through the sky as though they are playing, the deep blue to black of the depths of the sea and the white tips of the waves as they kiss the white tan of the sandy beach below. I feel the heat of the day as the harsh rays of the sun beats down upon me from above, as I start dripping sweat from my temple. I breathe in and out then turn slowly to see what is behind me.
Behind me sits a small shack, covered in vines of deep and light green, with shades of purple, yellow, orange, tan and brown colors just starting to creep in. Besides the shack are tresses with leaves going from the greens of summer to the colorful colors of autumn. Right beside the shack is a small garden so full of the summer's bounty waiting to be picked and stored for the winter's darkness. Leading up to the door of the shack is a white stone path, the door is open inviting me to enter in to the coolness the shack offers.
I walk slowly up to the door calling out a greeting to any who might be inside. A young child carrying a basket comes skimping out hardly noticing me as she goes to the garden. I smile at the joy I can feel radiating off the child. I walk up to the door and call out again in greeting. Inside I hear a faint invitation to enter. As I do so, I can feel the coolness of the shack fold over me. I see a woman who is clearly near ready to give birth sitting in a chair over near the hearth stirring a pot. I walk to her and she welcomes me in to her home as an old friend. She asks if I would kindly get myself and her some of the ice cold water from the pitcher just out of her reach then to please sit and join her for awhile. As I hand her a glass of water the child comes in singing to herself and gives me the basket of foods then skips off. The woman in the chair thanks the girl smiling fondly at her. Then hands me a knife and asks me to please help with cleaning and chopping the vegetables for the nights dinner. As I do so the woman tells a story.
The story goes something like this:
"Once upon a time this land was so hot and dry that nothing would grow, and we had little besides our hope and love for each other to keep us going each day. Water had to be de-salted to feed our plants, the earth was hard to work and we felt like we labored each day for nothing, our hearts grew weary our souls heavy and we where debating leaving this land feeling it had won. Then one day as we were packing to leave one of the children spotted the flowers which showed that the labors of our work was paying off, a few of us decided to stay and planted our roots, while others kept packing and left. Those of us who stayed had a very hard winter but we knew that next year and the years after would become easier while bringing new challenges. We learned that keeping faith would bring the greatest heart ach while also brining the greatest joys of our lives. The ones that left learned that sometimes it is better to pick up and move on. While both groups learned a great deal and most are doing well where they have chosen to put roots down we learned that each person needs different challenges to be happy and to grow."
The woman stops her story and looks at me. She says, "Cross roads come, and they go, and what you end up choosing will affect your life and the life around you. The ones that love you will always stay with you in some fashion even as they walk on their own chosen path."
I smile; I say thank you and that I will think about her story. She puts everything in to the pot and stirs slowly singing quietly lost in her own thoughts, as I sip the cold water from my glass. Then I stand and clean the table up. The young child appears again with bowls for all of us. The woman stops stirring and puts a bit of what is in the pot in each bowl. The child says thank you to the earth and we all sit quietly and drink from our bowls.
Afterwards I stand, and place the bowls in the sink. I thank the woman for the meal and the child hands me gift of a shell. As I open the door I see that the moon is shining down upon the stone path. I walk out and close the door behind me. I walk down the path looking out over the sea. The moon shining on the waves, the waves still crashing on the sparking sands below, the song the earth is singing has changed. I can feel a peace within myself, a calmness that is desired. A knowledge of times past, of the road blocks and wrong turns in the path I've taken so far and of times to come, a knowing that it is ok to take my time to where I am going.
With this I step off the cliff and fall towards the sands below, only to soar up in to the sky screeching, and gliding on the currents of the wind. Taking time to play and relax knowing that if I relax and stop fighting I can fly forever.