The calm breeze wraps around my ankles.
I've just stepped foot outside my abode, longing for the freshness of rainy air, the slight chill that runs through my aura.
I forgot to put shoes on, I'm now realizing. The grass is wet beneath my feet.
My legs take me 'round the garden. Weeds overgrown onto cobble, budding flowers beneath. I bend down to meet the Earth.
The soil is heavy and damp within my grasp. I turn it over in my hands, condense it, release it. The stain coats my palms.
I brush my hands down the sides of my sweater, then the wet grass, then my sweater again. I continue through the garden, and out.
There's a creek flowing just out of earshot. The one where the Moon meets the Earth. This is always my destination, I am drawn to it so.
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My heart fluttering, ears pounding, mind scattering, stops, instantly.
I have reached this paradise, finally.
I step over the jagged stones, into the cool embrace of the shallow depths. The water comes up to my calves, I can feel the gentle lapping creeping ever upwards.
I find stillness in this moment, extending my neck to the sky. Never has there been a night quite like this one, I think.
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The Moon peaks behind cloud cover, and the stars shine in gentle longing. I feel them crying for their Mother to return to them, to cradle them, to guide them.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
I have known this feeling for many lifetimes. An aching number in fact. Yearning as the stars do for their comfort, their safety, to come back to protect them.
I hold my hands to my stomach, my heart, my throat. Please, my Moon, show me your brilliance once more.
The Moon has gone off on her own journey tonight, indicative of the breaking and reforming that must occur steadfast.
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One healing, one aching, one hoping, one growing. Must there be such dichotomy?
An opposite without an equal, never there was such a lonely soul. Searching within the wrong places, not communing within.
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The chirp of the cicadas, the robin singing from the trees, they bring me back to myself, to the reality I find myself in.
I feel saddened, I feel exposed, nevertheless, I know I'm in control. I know where this path leads, how things shall go.
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I make my way back from the Moon, the water, the stars, the Earth, back to the quaint living I have provided for myself.
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Inside my cat is waiting for me, never pressing, always open. He greets me with a nudge, then leads me through the halls.
Past the living room, the study, the kitchen. Into my emporium of dreams and wishes.
I turn on a lamp, then another. Burn incense upon my most sacred vessel.
Smoke fills the air, clouds swirling and caressing. It reaches my collar, my neck, my jaw.
I let my body sway, arms flow, shoulders drop. Breath is released from my chest, heavy and strong. It leaves entirely, then draws back in.
I close my eyes for the briefest of moments, wanting to soak in this moment, while it is raw in my being.
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My eyes flutter open, already missing Nature's call. I walk to the window, move aside the curtains, slide the glass away.
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The wind chimes on my veranda sway lightly, twinkling to the melody of the night. A fox catches my eye, as it darts beneath the undergrowth by my shed.
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A tail makes its way past my shins, I smile, my heart content.
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I bring attention to the sage sheets on my bed, the handmade blanket, the childhood bear. I lift the corner, laying my body down slowly.
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A weight appears on my chest, a nose to my cheek, purring in my ear.
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The night goes on, but mine ends here.
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