September 3rd 2009

Descending now, timid red wings out of the corner of my eye, the cardinal heralds the coming of the guardian as he darts back and forth across the yard...and time begins to slow down and ever so quietly music begins to play and singe itself into every moment of the morning. My memory simmers with repeating patterns.

...One on top another, the cards fascinate me...always have...

Her hand stops me, stops the shuffle. I feel pressure on the back of my hand, signaling Her arrival. Her face asks me to look closer at this card...

...Stop it. Stop worrying about it. Release that net. Remember that deep dark ocean...remember Melusine and the secrets below the surface...glittering down there under black velvet stones and creatures never before seen...wrapped around them like leeches, holding fast and nourishing their very existence...an ephemeral perpetual place...

...Such is the daily terror of such things...

...Come back now - to the surface of this enigmatic ocean...breathe...take a deep breath. A nice muted breath that is tinged with the salt of the sea, cleaning your mind, clearing you out...

And then...She is gone.

I stand on that shore watching glints of chilled sunshine dance both toward and away from me, as if She was walking and Her presence had always resided just there, plain for anyone to see...and I was to be reminded here that one day, that is all I would be as well...just drops of sunny glass taken for granted in a huge ocean of world behind me.

As we all will.

Again, reduced to tears of risk and remembrance and then seeing that it is a fluid connection only just waiting to return to Her...to the sea.

...So move along now...a whisper over my shoulder, the feeling of gentle fingers in my hair...and then it was the chanting little boy, his voice repeating something he must really love...