when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Wisdom on the Roof

I have myself on the slate roof of "The House That Changes",H.T.C. for short. It is night time and the moon is visible and luminous. An owl, equal in size to me, swoops over my head to get my attention. He has it. Yes, it's male. A second swoop and he lands next to me; his torso is level with mine, we are over fifty feet in the air. I notice his size, his presence. I am not afraid. He has come to divulge some tidbit of infinite wisdom to me. He tells me something. It is important. He tells me without speaking. The meaning of his message is that I CAN do this. I grab ahold of an electrical cable which goes all the way to the ground.I begin to slide down the cable like Spiderman, my favorite. The knot at the top lets go. I am free falling. . . "I am going to die" I hear my thoughts pound through my head. Falling, falling, FAST!
I land, ungracefully on my feet.

Wisdom visits in the darkness of the subconscious, on the rooftop, or crown chakra of the body(HTC). A message was delivered; I agreed to the commitment to the task. I leap on my own. The stronghold fails. I fall. I face my death (of an emotion, ego, and once again I land on my feet. Ahhh... that was close!

1 comment:

Michelle O'Neil said...

Wow! So much packed into this little post. Isn't this just a perfect metaphor for life?