Sometimes the honest truth is the last thing that is required.
Monthly Archives: June 2015
She slowly made her way through the brush and the trailing vines. She knew where she needed to be, she felt drawn to one spot and one spot only. She felt that she had been doing this for an eternity: every night the desperate need to be here.
Eventually she made it to the one place where she could sit and breathe. She desperately wished that she could remember. So much of her life was blank, unknown. She heaved a sigh and looked out at the heavenly vista displayed out in front of her. From this vantage point she could see the ocean with the waves crashing on the shore. Dolphins frolicked in the surf. Large sea birds dived beneath the waves, returning seconds later with a fish squirming in their beaks. She could see the forest and the deep restful green of its leaves. She was at peace here.
For a moment she was startled, she’d never heard a voice here before. She started to stand up and turned towards the voice.
” You have nothing to worry about, I mean you no harm. Please sit, I would like to talk to you.”
She did as she was instructed. She felt no fear, no anxiety. She felt….. calm.
The voice in question materialized into a young man, a young handsome man. He strode with purpose towards her and still she felt no concern. He sat near her, crossed his legs and smiled. It was a lovely smile.
”I know why you come here every night. I know where you go everyday. I know your name.”
The woman who moments ago had been comfortable, even accepting of the things that she could not remember now came alive with the thought of knowing.
“Who am I?”
With these three little words her entire world changed. She was about to know the answer to things that she had not thought to question.
“Stacy Ann. Wife, mother, mother-in-law, grandmother, friend. All you ever wanted to be was Stacy, a woman. You were drawn in so many different directions. People needed you and you answered their call. You did everything for anyone and never took time for yourself. People loved the person you were at the moment. But they never knew who you really were.”
The woman now known as Stacy Ann looked sad. She glanced at her hands resting in her lap and with the small voice asked:
“It was the time. It is what was expected of women at that time and you were the best of them. You knew the role you were expected play and you did exactly what was expected of you.”
Stacy looked up. There was a smile just lurking at the corners of her mouth.
“Something has changed. I’m not that woman anymore. I feel free. I feel blessed.”
The nameless gentlemen stood and offered his hand to Stacy Ann. Together they stood and faced the seat she had been sitting on for all this time.
“You’ve been given the time to notice the beauty that is everywhere around you. You were too busy before. Perhaps you have been enjoying the peace for the first time. But now it is time to come home.
Stacy Ann look at what she thought was a bench that she had been sitting on and suddenly everything made sense. She was at peace.
Stacy Ann Cooper
Beloved Wife and Mother
Grandmother and Friend
You will be missed!
In the space between the words
In the ideas left unthought
And in the needs now left unspoken
In the dreams as yet undreamt
In the strangers still unmet
And in the future paths untrod
In your mind and in your soul
And in your heart so cautiously
It exists in you
Look for the magic
Be open to its charms
Bask in the wonders
Of the magic that exists