Her Light: by A.
Sinclaire
With fluttering
eyes I arose from the autumn leaves. Shaking gently from the slow icy
breeze, I struggled to steady my stance. It was night out, with no
sign of horizon. Beyond the nearby willows lay more wooded ground. I,
with nothing more than sheer silk flowing about my frame, began my
journey through the mist. The ground beneath my feet was both cool
and warm. As I carried myself along I pondered why I had awoken in
such a place. Where had I been, what was my purpose here, and for
what was I searching? I was in an environment I did not recognize,
yet I felt a sense of comfort about my surroundings.
It seemed that
lifetimes went by with no sign of reason. And I was fatigued and
filthy from my quest. Curling up on the creek bank, I watched my
auburn hair float about the water's surface. After a few moments, I
completely embarked the water, leaving my covering where I had been
resting. A trickle of light happened upon my chest as I walked about
the creek bed. With awe, and remaining in the water, I followed as
the light danced about my skin.
After some time, I
found myself climbing out of the creek, onto lush ground which was
covered in wild flowers, emitting a thick sent of lavender. As beautiful as it
was, my only concern was the light. With my body beaded with water,
and my hair still heavy with the same, I made my way down a faint
dirt path, shivering in the cold night air. Moments later, I found
myself standing at a small ancient structure covered in foliage. The
light I had been so intrigued to find, had vanished beyond the
structure's outer walls. I pressed my hands to the stone, and then my
body. Still shivering from the cold, I began caressing the surface to
possibly find my way into this massive rock before me. What I found
covered in nature's growth was surely the way in. For a few moments I
struggled to engage the round ornate object. With no success I came
down to meet it at eye level. I realized that this was a keyhole of
sorts. Symbols etched into the surface read as easily as any other
written text. With an understanding I did not quite realize, I put my
lips to the lock, and kissed the stone, exhaling as I disengaged. It
was required to be as gentle as the heart who had created it, and
only she may gain access to what was held inside. Surprisingly, the
structure opened, and I could see a light. That very same entity I
had followed to this point. I entered the dimly lit room and found
myself peering into vine work to catch a glimpse of what I sought.
Pulling back the
vines, I came upon the light that led me. It was a twinkling orb. As
I wrapped my trembling hands around either side of it, I felt warmth.
I experienced goodness. The life within me flooded with memories and
purpose. And I knelt on both knees, stretching my arms forth, with
this entity, this orb, this light. The light of my own soul. It was
as if I had offered this unto myself. Behind me day had begun, and
horizon broke through the forest. I arose from the warm stone ground
and turned to face the day. For I knew my reason. I knew my purpose.
I had saved myself from the darkness I became. With this new sense of
self, I stepped out into the world to meet the Earth once more.
~ A. Sinclaire
9 September, 2014
