Post by QueenFoxy on Aug 2, 2018 9:40:35 GMT -6
This was written by a former Castle Dweller during the days of MSN
And the crow watched....
And the crow watches as she makes her way....
Through the thickening bush of the deepening wood, to the enchanting land of renewal. She searches for the one who can save and grant her the gift of survival. For in death she walks, pale as the moon, and she does not hear the breath of spring.
Her naked feet feel nothing, as she steps on twig and stone. The callouses have grown strong from the roads traversed upon. As she passes under leaf and limb no sunlight touches her hair. For the shadows have all grown thick and dark leaving little room for air. Her breathing is labored and heavy from the hard work it takes to keep moving. She is weary in her search, but she refuses to stop her queary. A burning need has sprouted and begun to grow in her soul. The need to find her calling, the need to finally know. Lost in death, she wanders the wood in search of light and answers.
The crow cries once and a tree limb breaks, a shaft of sunlight appears. She stops and gasps as the warmth pours in, gently caressing her face. What bliss, what wonder, what happiness this... a simple pleasure to be had. How can such an amazing thing be considered so wicked... so bad? She marvels for a time, absorbing the heat, letting it renew her spirit with drive. And as the need to keep going consumed her, she passed that sunlit area by. Swallowed again into darkness and death, but imbued with a new sense of purpose, she agian searches for that path to life that she knows is out there somewhere.
The crow cries twice and the rain comes down, with such a gentle caress. It washed her body of the old bruised flesh and cleaned her dirty dress. She drank of the gift from the heavens, and thanked the sky for its gift, as the water splashed playfully on tulips that had recently opened their lips. Her lashes touched with new spring rain and her face now pink and clean, she walked through the mud of the forrest and felt such earthly love.
Feet now soft from the freshness of ferns, her skin aglow with rain, her hair lit with the touch of sunshine... she could suddenly remember her name.
The crow cries three times and the woods begin to clear... she finds herself on the edge of the forrest in a field filled with deer. Beyond the field is a beautiful stream, and a large group of purple mountains. The scene so beautiful, so breathtaking in scope, all her woes were suddenly forgotten.
A creature approaches, her form lost in light. She drifts ever closer blinding all sight. Then a voice can be heard, etheral and caring.
"You have finally come, you have finally made it. The journey was long and much dangers were faced. But your here where you belong, and the answers you seek, are now in your sight.... all with in reach. Your death is forgotten, your life is renewed."
The crow cawed in the field and she fell to her knees, tears of joy at making the journey were finally released. As she lowered her head, hair shielding her view, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and the voice comes a new....
"I will always be here beside you, no matter what you face. Your strength is amazing and you will learn to have faith. Welcome home.... " she said softly.
After releasing all the pain of the regret, guilt, and shame... she stood tall and beautiful in her new found faith. The Goddess beside her, the crow in the tree, and the earth all around her in the air, sea, and tree. She felt renewed, reborn, rejuvinated,
.... and rejoiced in her new found life. Finally finding the who she was missing... the one she was supposed to be... all of her life.
©Lady Seda 2007
And the crow watched....
And the crow watches as she makes her way....
Through the thickening bush of the deepening wood, to the enchanting land of renewal. She searches for the one who can save and grant her the gift of survival. For in death she walks, pale as the moon, and she does not hear the breath of spring.
Her naked feet feel nothing, as she steps on twig and stone. The callouses have grown strong from the roads traversed upon. As she passes under leaf and limb no sunlight touches her hair. For the shadows have all grown thick and dark leaving little room for air. Her breathing is labored and heavy from the hard work it takes to keep moving. She is weary in her search, but she refuses to stop her queary. A burning need has sprouted and begun to grow in her soul. The need to find her calling, the need to finally know. Lost in death, she wanders the wood in search of light and answers.
The crow cries once and a tree limb breaks, a shaft of sunlight appears. She stops and gasps as the warmth pours in, gently caressing her face. What bliss, what wonder, what happiness this... a simple pleasure to be had. How can such an amazing thing be considered so wicked... so bad? She marvels for a time, absorbing the heat, letting it renew her spirit with drive. And as the need to keep going consumed her, she passed that sunlit area by. Swallowed again into darkness and death, but imbued with a new sense of purpose, she agian searches for that path to life that she knows is out there somewhere.
The crow cries twice and the rain comes down, with such a gentle caress. It washed her body of the old bruised flesh and cleaned her dirty dress. She drank of the gift from the heavens, and thanked the sky for its gift, as the water splashed playfully on tulips that had recently opened their lips. Her lashes touched with new spring rain and her face now pink and clean, she walked through the mud of the forrest and felt such earthly love.
Feet now soft from the freshness of ferns, her skin aglow with rain, her hair lit with the touch of sunshine... she could suddenly remember her name.
The crow cries three times and the woods begin to clear... she finds herself on the edge of the forrest in a field filled with deer. Beyond the field is a beautiful stream, and a large group of purple mountains. The scene so beautiful, so breathtaking in scope, all her woes were suddenly forgotten.
A creature approaches, her form lost in light. She drifts ever closer blinding all sight. Then a voice can be heard, etheral and caring.
"You have finally come, you have finally made it. The journey was long and much dangers were faced. But your here where you belong, and the answers you seek, are now in your sight.... all with in reach. Your death is forgotten, your life is renewed."
The crow cawed in the field and she fell to her knees, tears of joy at making the journey were finally released. As she lowered her head, hair shielding her view, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and the voice comes a new....
"I will always be here beside you, no matter what you face. Your strength is amazing and you will learn to have faith. Welcome home.... " she said softly.
After releasing all the pain of the regret, guilt, and shame... she stood tall and beautiful in her new found faith. The Goddess beside her, the crow in the tree, and the earth all around her in the air, sea, and tree. She felt renewed, reborn, rejuvinated,
.... and rejoiced in her new found life. Finally finding the who she was missing... the one she was supposed to be... all of her life.
©Lady Seda 2007
Excellent lesson here...(and i'm taking it in myself)