Arriving

When I close my eyes I hear the sound of your voice floating in the air like dandelion fur, catching the breeze and dancing upward. I remember the day when we camped in the rain and wrapped ourselves in blankets to keep warm, hearing the acorn size drops pelting the tent and feeling the rain vibrations explore our coupled bodies. How could I have known then what I know now …. the ancient wisdom that you have carried with you since the beginning of time. You speak to me … Your words rise up in my soul filling my being. I feel you gently cupping my heart in your hands, caressing it tenderly. Lifting your arms above your head I feel the warmth of the sunlight on my heart. With eyes closed I bask in the moment. I am transported to flight as a white hawk stretching my arms out into my new wings and alighting on the warm current that lifts me higher. I am surrounded …… It is quiet as I glide. Looking downward I dip one wing and then another. I let myself be enveloped, conscious of the wind on my feathers. I am free. Free to fly. Free to take in all that surrounds me, all that is above me, below me, the scents, the sounds, the silence, the memories of past, and the vision of the future. I am one with you. Below winding rivers and streams make S shapes and figure 8’s, dancing, curving and rolling with winking glitter on their surfaces. Dry red rocks dot their shores and a heat …. A heat rushes by. Onward, upward past towering pines reaching to the sky whose tips call me with their green beauty. They call. They sing. I hear their ancient voices, as their seeds fall silently on the ground. Leaning into a turn I dip one wing and see water before me falling in the distance. I am being called… beckoned onward. There are answers ahead. The mist clings to my feathers and moisture coats me as I fly closer. The water is my soul, my heart, my life. Whiteness and sound thunder around me and yet a peace resides within. I am home.