I sat quietly, feeling, listening, but all I could feel was snow silently falling all around me, as I walked a winter landscape, cold and glittering. Snow floating, soft like feathers upon the air.
And then a distant summer, fields of green, of color, flowers in the grass. A glimmering light just out of reach.
And silky petals of rose, swirling inside of me, in my heart, as I knelt before the altar in the still of night, whispering thanks.
I prayed to her, to the goddess I long for, but whom I forget to trust as I walk through my day, my life, and then wonder why I feel empty, alone. I always want to be filled with something, with rose, with love, and I forget it’s possible to go there, to step into that softly colored light. I look for her, hoping for her touch, her kiss, petals of rose swirling.