Written June 20, 2012
She walks gently along life's path. Many bumps and hurdles does she face along the way; to go left or right, up or down.
She looks behind, just over her shoulder, and sees the rough terrain left behind.
"I must continue this journey. This I know.", she says.
"But, is there a way to ease my weariness?
I am so tired. Tired of trying."
The sound of chuckling wanders into her ears. She looks down to see her
children standing beside her. They appear to be scuffling about, over a few stones on the ground.
She sighs deeply, as she remembers they travel beside her. They see all her pain, her struggles and the choices she has made.
Although she has tried to hide it, she knows, they know. She knows they feel her when they look into her eyes.
For like the tree bears its fruit, does her children hang dispersed about from her body.
The suckling continues yet beyond the years of the breast, as they absorb her energy,
her spirit, that is perpetually released.
The woman looks ahead, sighing deeply once more.
"There must be a less burdensome way. There must be–".
She stops abruptly and notices off to the right of her, just beyond the trees and shrubbery, a river that flows.
She walks gently along life's path. Many bumps and hurdles does she face along the way; to go left or right, up or down.
She looks behind, just over her shoulder, and sees the rough terrain left behind.
"I must continue this journey. This I know.", she says.
"But, is there a way to ease my weariness?
I am so tired. Tired of trying."
The sound of chuckling wanders into her ears. She looks down to see her
children standing beside her. They appear to be scuffling about, over a few stones on the ground.
She sighs deeply, as she remembers they travel beside her. They see all her pain, her struggles and the choices she has made.
Although she has tried to hide it, she knows, they know. She knows they feel her when they look into her eyes.
For like the tree bears its fruit, does her children hang dispersed about from her body.
The suckling continues yet beyond the years of the breast, as they absorb her energy,
her spirit, that is perpetually released.
The woman looks ahead, sighing deeply once more.
"There must be a less burdensome way. There must be–".
She stops abruptly and notices off to the right of her, just beyond the trees and shrubbery, a river that flows.
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Grabbing the hands of her children, she persists through the trees and makes her way to the waters edge.
To her surprise she notices a small raft just along the rivers bank. It appears to be the perfect size for her and her little ones. After a bit of clamoring about, she manages to get herself seated on the raft, and sits her children in front of her. Her legs and arms encompass them safely. Looking back towards the road she determines this must be an easier way. The gentle splashing of the river, as it hits the rocks beside her, brings to her mind the thoughts of what may lie ahead. |
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Only able to see a few feet ahead, for the river did appear to make a sudden turn, she feared the path
that lie unknown.
Now the woman knew on the road that she'd been previously traveling, she never knew what obstacles lie ahead,
but somehow she'd associated her feet with security.
For on the road that she'd traveled, she could decide whether to move left or right, or whether to just sit in a rut.
On raft and by the flowing of the water she was uncertain of where her security would lie,
for the water would take her where it would. Would it be wise for her to just sit and allow it?
She ponders these thoughts for a while.
"Oh, but I am so tired, so wearied, and my feet hurt.", she says faintly to herself.
She gently caresses the face of her child, and begins to think of how they too must be weary as well.
Suddenly, and with much subtly did the air become thick around her.
Barely tilting her head to one side, she narrows her eyes slightly as to get a feel for what she is sensing.
Oddly to her surprise, she feels a sense of weightlessness, almost as though she is floating.
She can see the raft beneath her, but yet, can no longer feel it's surface against her underside.
The breeze suddenly feels more alive, as though it is whispering to her.
She can feel it, almost as though it is apart of her skin.
It intermingles with her.
With her head still tilted, she tries to get a sense of what is going on, but then hears the soft whisper of a gentle voice.
Too entranced to look for the direction of this sound, she strangely notices that it appears to emerge from within her.
She can feel the vibrations of it's sound as it resonates over the top of her head.
"Let go, my daughter.", the voice says.
Tears brim against the lid of the woman's eyes, for it had been so long since she'd heard such a reassuring voice.
Had she even ever heard such a voice? And whose voice could it be?
The voice seems to have arms to cradle her, and she sees herself letting go and embracing the voice that is surrounding her.
Tears spill from her eyes, as they close.
Why does this voice sound like a mother? Why does it seem to embrace her with so much care?
And where had it been all these years?
"I was always here.", said the mother voice. "I reside within you for I am apart of you."
Tears continued to spill from the woman's eyes as she opened them and looked around.
The waters now seemed to speak to hear, the air vibrated through her.
The place felt very different, although the raft had not yet moved.
"You have always known me.", said the voice. "You must remember."
Upon those words, did the raft begin to flow.
The woman wiped her eyes, and moved closer into her children.
She felt secure now, and she did not understand why.
But she knew she must remember.
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