A short story inspired by a dream I had months ago.....wrote this earlier in March. There was a time a very long time ago that existed a place like an hourglass, a place where there lived a creature who knew not its reflection, nor its voice, nor its sight. It knew neither its darkness, nor did it know its light. The only sound was that of a flesh entering and leaving, the only thought a blankness which was slight. The only other sense was of a substance entering, the only outcome a relinquishment of life. The creature was physically there, it was solid, yet it was neither male nor female, neither human nor animal, certainly not alive. It merely existed there, it had no value, no belief, no rights. There were no stars there, no Moon to pull the tides, no Sun in the morning to rise. One day came softly an echo, rising up from outside. It soon became a thunder, too quickening to ignore, like a thousand kindled logs bursting, echoing louder each time. Every board in the place threatened to buckle and from the cracks in flowed a glow, the ground began to quake and rumble ever so low. The creature lay fetal, afraid, and gasping in fright. What was there to find in this place of eternity? What horrors would be exposed by the light? In rushed a breeze, and with it a warmth of likes unseen, beckoning the creature to rise. Every sense was faced with a trickling in of smell, touch, sound, and sight. Even deeper a sense of remembering, that it once was more than a creature, it was once a little girl. It was once a little girl who would dream she stood at a precipice afraid to jump, for little girls, she thought, can not fly. She would fall and before hitting ground have to wake herself with fright. Somewhere in that dream, she surrendered her wings to gravity, her spirit ceased to preside. Over her presided a creeping in of oblivion, pushing out all but what she had left, her body, her ego, her pride. Before she knew what was coming, she was soon buried alive. Tears filled her eyes, that was something, a new thing, and in that moment she caught a vision from the flooding in of light. It was a bird, cocking its head, gazing with inquisitive eyes. In that moment was hidden a mirror, a reflection surely shown, of the eternity of life. And further, she thought for the first time that she desired to be fully alive. To find out, for the first time, who she was to become and to no longer hide. On that day was a little miracle, on that day was the resurrection of her soul. She began to see her soul in all things, and these things began to make her smile. Every time she witnessed a Sun rise she embraced the warmth on her skin, and the way it made everything shine. Every morning she began to appreciate the Sun as the giver of life. When the Moon came up, she learned it was responsible for the tides. The tides, like her feelings, sometimes swelled and sometimes would subside. She loved the Moon, for it was akin to her and yet it was the Suns companion for eternity, the balance of all things, and so the Sun became the love of her life. She began to know stars as the Giants shed gaze out at in the night, named by the ancients for a deep awareness of our kinship to the skies. She loved the birds, the closest animals to the heavens, and plants for she could help them flourish in the summer time. She began to know others like her, her brothers, sisters, her tribe. She sensed shed known them a long while, maybe even in another life, all shed had to do was open her eyes, like a infant, for the very first time. Sometimes she would stumble, and briefly she would cry. Then she would softly chuckle, for the dirt on her knees with the awareness the dirt too played a role in the cycle of life. She began to remember that with every Sun rise was a chance to see anew, with clarity in her eyes. She began to appreciate her heart, her spirit, and her reflection in the morning Sun. She was no longer a creature, nor a little girl, she was a woman. She was more than flesh, bone, or the desire for substances to flow. Everything she needed was within her, and once more a holy spirit presided. Her connection to life became unquestionable, every sense caused her heart to quake and swell inside. When she was present she ran barefoot in the woods, talked to the plants as she tended them, and to the animals she spoke with her eyes and her heart. She brought warmth and connection with her true presence. One night in a time closer to this one, she had a dream which puzzled her in the morning as she began to rise. In the dream she was a little girl, trying to navigate a fork in a narrow road. She found herself at a precipice and gazed out at the unknown. She raised her arms up and smiled, and she jumped out into the great unknown, no need to wake herself this time, trusting that she could indeed fly as her wings did unfold. Jessie Marie Olson
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 02:08:23 +0000
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