she is lost again.
and i’m the only one she can speak through. i am her voice and her vessel. i carry her and speak for her.
hurled into the swirling spiral by the Dreamtime, no earthly choice just the mystical presence that puts her in that place between worlds.
the animals were there again: bear, turtle, owl, wolf, skunk. each bringing a forceful message of PAY ATTENTION! to the signs we give you.
she frantically hurled herself through the streets of this in-between world, trying to speak to strangers but her words weren’t understood, her language was foreign to each passerby, she couldn’t hear them either no matter how hard she concentrated and tried, though their mouths moved, the roaring in her head didn’t let their sound in.
the bear appeared growling, reared up on its hind legs and she quickly changed her path.
the skunk met her at another intersection to quickly alert her of its reputation and she turned and fled again.
she flopped in a grassy spot under a tree to rest, to find herself, wanting the path toward home. she felt her body relax until the wolf’s howl pierced the night and snapped her back into alertness. PAY ATTENTION!
next to her she sees the spotted arc of turtle’s back and reached for her. to her horror, the turtle shell cracked in half revealing the soft underbelly of the creature inside. the girl knew instantly that she hadn’t been protecting herself. she wept for her and blessed the turtle for its gift, sending her home to the Mother.
the cracked shell…a message…from the in-between….PAY ATTENTION!
leaning against the tree, she closed her eyes and was transported to the sacred spiral again. this time landing on a beautiful, gilded carousel. eyes wide shut, she feels the hard, unyielding exterior that she had wrapped her small arms around. she feels its slow, mechanical bobbing, resting her head upon its plastic mane willing herself to open her eyes.
finding courage to peer out through the spinning of the carousel, she spotted familiar faces in the surrounding crowd . her sister, her mother, her husband and daughter. each of them slightly turned so as to not meet her eyes, almost with their back to her. they know her but wish they didn’t. they don’t like her when she’s in-between worlds.
spinning. swirling. bobbing.
then…all noise stopped in her head. silence. purposeful quiet. so the sounds coming through can be heard clearly and distinctly.
first a faint groan, followed by the slightest pop. then picking up speed, the cascade of
SPLINTERING the air.
the tree that stands alone in the forest, heavy with age and stress, fulfilling its time and finally surrendering to gravity. the crescendo ending in a deafening thud as it has just split itself in half.
she snaps back again. back to the carousel.
under her she feels the surface turn warm and pliable. energy radiating, coming to life.
snorting horse breaks the shackles around its legs and she grabs on tight. unsteady at first, she synchronizes to its rhythm.
fear turns to joy. heartbreak falls away.
she feels the wind on her face as horse gallops her through the people, through the fields, to the ocean.
free. alive. wild. joy.
leaving all the people behind, leaving the in-between, she doesn’t look back.