Friday, August 12, 2011
Until I began tumbling ever so gently down the mountain and didn't see what was happening, until there I was sitting and looking up and where I'd fallen from.
"What...what just happened? What is going on? How did I get here? I was just up...there." "There must be some mistake. You can't do this to me. I thought we were done with this game. How could you do this to me again?" My face frozen in shock, my body weary with defeat. This can't be happening again. I sit and look at that hill, determine to crawl up if I have to. Every movement feeling broken and stiff and I crumple under the weight of trying to get back up that hill as a gentle hand holds me back. NO! Please don't keep me here. The loving arms hold me while I weep in exhaustion, pain and sadness. "It is time to be quiet and rest," the caring voice whispers. "Take this time to mourn and breathe. I am right here and I will not let go. There will be time to fly again, but for now it is time to be still."