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| On Her Way by � goeswith3faces She was alone �expelled- without doing something, without being somehow guilty. To be spelled was a heavy weight on her young shoulders and the pain of it laid heavy on her heart. She was allowed to stay in the camp, but something calls her into the valleys and forests to find an answer to her questions. She knew that life would never be again like it had been before. Since hours, she wandered aimless around in the region. Everything appeared hostile, disclaiming and disconcerting to her. The sun shined but its warmth did not reach her. Stomach cramps made her feeling sick. Her friends the magpies spoke to her but she was not able to understand a word. The trees those had been her friends all the years were nothing more now than a wooden wall that tried to obstruct her way. Tears were burning in her eyes by the loneliness that filled her heart and she starts to cry. �Great Spirit Grandfather, what did I do that I�m penalized that way? Did I ever offend someone? Do I really deserve it? Help me to stand the pain in my heart!� Little tremors because of hopelessness ran through her young body, when she listened into the silence, hoping to get from somewhere somehow an answer. The silence of the forest was the only answer she got. She cried again until no tears were left to shed. She tried to remember the comfortable voice of her father and the warm hugs of her mother, but even harder, she tried to remember, even faster pushed an invisible power her memories inaccessible far away, until every try to remember ended in an horrible confusion of disjointed shreds of pictures from the past. Her heart broke and it was too late to rescue her. Only her body survived and she became witness when her own spirit was buried. The child was dead, but from her spirit�s grave revived a young woman�s spirit like a phoenix rose from the ashes. The young and clean spirit drove straight into the child�s body in order to complete a part of the circle of life. The sun shined and a young woman enjoyed the warmth of sun as if she did it the very first time. She speaks with her friends the magpies under the protection of an old oak tree. When she went home she gave her mother a warm hug and her Dad a big kiss on his cheek. Even when it took its naturally time, the child�s feebly voice was heard and Great Spirit Grandfather answered in his wonderful way of doing things a young and pretty woman ... With Respect and Love to all lives on Mother Earth. ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |
