I stood on the shore line. Aware of the horizons reach…mists coming in
soon. I felt the shores icy lapping. What I see around me is such a reflection
of life. We can only guess about the fog ahead, and we can feel the momentary
discomfort of what is at our ankles. Turning around I see the mountain behind
me, also shrouded in mist. I can picture what’s there but I could also be
wrong. Pretty much what memory is like I reflect? The heavy ball of clay, a
piece of my life now ready to go. I turn to the slow river. I moved slowly so
that I could feel the life beneath my feet and wind in my hair, squatted and
let her go.
I see the ball of clay that I have placed in the slow moving river. An
offering to the waters of the world, this ball of clay was a statue that I made
from raw clay two years ago. So much has shifted in me since, I am a very
changed woman. I decided that I could release it, I stayed and watched the
lessons. A brief prayer of thanks, a blessing of goodbye.
Warm clay immersed in a river. Life flowed around me, all I did was Be.
As life flowed around me, the eddies shaped me. Particles of self flaking off. The
sunlight caught the river at an angle that had gold streaming as my shape and
form was changing. It felt a life time passed… I sat for an hour and slowly I dissolved
into the Great All of the ocean. In that moment I could simply release my
breath and be no more. I muse that death will be the same.
I stood, walking away aware of each step, each grain of sand and cold
air around me. Breathing in the mist that entered my lungs. And know that I
will never be the same after the lesson of the river.
