Meeting with OGs and GOATs

 I sit down at a kitchen table with Roger. 

"How does this work? where do I go for this meeting?" I ask. 

"There is a conference room. In your mind, that is a common meeting ground. Its through the door." He points to a door along the back wall that I thought went outside. 

"Do you come with me?" I ask.

"I am here," he points to his temple. "and I am here." he points to the chair. 

I take a deep breath and look down to see what I'm wearing. Its a grey business suit. with a pink blouse..lol

I open the door and step through the doorway. The door shuts behind me. I can see the floor, it is shiny with a single light over the conference table to the right of me. It is too dark to see the walls or see how big the room is.

I walk over to the conference table. It is oval with 4 chairs on either side and 1 chair at each end. 

I go and stand at the closest end of the table to me. 

I hear the thunder of horse hoofs coming towards me. A dark horse with a skeleton wearing a black cape, rides up to me. As the horse and skeleton rider stop, there is a swarm of black and purple butterflies that catch up to the rider. I see a few pink butterflies floating around too. 

"I am Itspapalotl." The skeleton woman says. "I shall have a seat as we await the arrival of the others."

Another horse gallops up. this one has no rider and the horse is a deep red. The horse turns into a woman with long red hair. 

"I am Aine." She says. She look to the Skeleton woman and nods, and takes a seat next to her. 

I hear an elephant bellow loudly but I don't see an elephant. A man walks out of the shadows. He is wearing a grey suit and a green shirt underneath the jacket. 

"Hello all, I am Ganesh." He nods towards me and the women, already seated. 

Three women walk out of the darkness together. One is wearing a long white gown, with black hair. 

"I am Euphrosyne" (Eh fro sin ee). 

One is wearing a white pantsuit and has a box of golden wine glasses with a golden snake carved on the stems. 

"I am Hygieia, I have brought a goblet for everyone," she says as she lifts the box of goblets up. 

The third woman is wearing a long purple dress, and has a flower wreath in her brown hair. 

"I am Soteria, It is a pleasure to meet with all of you." 

There is a pause as the three women sit down. In the distance we can hear crows cawing and a loud deep tiger roar. We also hear the sound of a sword dragging along the floor.  

A man steps out of the shadows dragging his large sword. Next to him is a black and gold striped tiger, and there is a swarm of crows flying around them. 

"I am The Dagda" says the man, in a deep booming voice, as he lifts his sword over his back, and slides it into its sheath. 

The black tiger turns into a man. "I am Caishen." He puts his hands to his sides and bows and then takes a seat. 

The crows continue to fly in circles until man appears and the crows disappear. "I am Erebus." 

The man standing before us is wearing all black, with dark skin. He makes a fist and places his arm across his chest and takes a long nod to the people at the table. He then walks over and quietly takes a seat. 

They all shift in their seats and turn towards me. I want to melt into the floor. I don't really know what to say. My throat feels dry. 

"Hi." I finally croak out. I wave to the table feeling like an idiot. "Um, so, thank you for all showing up. I am sure you have a very busy schedule, and to be honest I am surprised you received the invite AND were able to make it to this meeting." I hear a few chuckles coming from the table. 

The Skeleton woman raises her bones hand. "I have a question." 

"Yes, of course, go ahead." I reply. 

 "How can we help?" Skeleton woman says.

"Um, to be honest, at the moment I don't know. I was hoping you would know." I stutter out a reply. 

Skeleton woman laughs. "Well we have our work cut out for us." Everyone at the table laughs. 

"I joke," she says. "We will help you figure this out. Please tell us about this container."

"Ok, well it is a self led course my sister wrote the basics of the plan for, and I am to follow the guidelines." 

"What are your goals for the container?" asks Soteria.

"Well, I had written that I wanted seeds planted in the 12 realms. After my visit with Ginnie, I feel less settled in this." 

"Less settled about the seeds? or what the names of the realms are?" Soteria asks again.

"Um, maybe what the names are, sure. " I say hesitantly. 

"You will start all of the seeds." says Erebus. "They will be fruitful." he nods as he says this.

"I, as I am sure you all know, am struggling with the action part of all the things. The physical manifestation of what I dream, and think about is the hardest. Even as I sit here in front of all of you, I am not taking action." I say with a deep sigh. 

The Dagda stands up. "We are impressed by the group you have gathered here. We feel that the offerings you could provide will be helpful for many souls. These souls check in often for some, less frequent for others, but the ties that wrap around the fingers of earth are threaded through all the lifetimes. We are in a time of turmoil but with greatly heightened love and fortitude." He sits back down.

"There are many ways I can help." says Ganesh. "But my hints and clues are hidden and obscure at times. You will need to seek them out and feel into them. I will, during this container, offer clearer insight."

"We will decide the names of the 12 realms at a later time. we are in agreement there are 12." Says Hygieia. The table nods in agreement. 

"What is the focus within the container? "Asks Hygieia.

"Um, to move into alignment with my soul desire to work in an investigative capacity while providing above and beyond to my family and those around me." I respond.

"But beyond the investigative, is there more?" asks Aine. 

"I thought so." I reply. 

"But again I might need to narrow my scope? I understand what Ginnie was saying that trying to do so much different stuff keeps me away from the goal."

"Where is your soul currently?" asks Caishen.

"Um here with me?" I reply.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Well where else could my soul be? I am alive it must be with me. Right?"

"You question your souls location. To not be in alignment is to mean you are not centered with your soul, is it to mean your soul is not present. Is it elsewhere doing what you wish you are doing here on earth? That is not the process of the soul. We will seek different language to help understand alignment, and soul connection." 

"While the seeds are a solid plan, they are, as you have spoken of earlier, non tangible outside the written word." Says Itspapalotl. "We must seek early on tangible measurements of these seeds we are planting." 

"The first most tangible item we would like to see is exercise. It will help clear the mind and allow our words to flow through." 

The Dagda stands again.

"Caishen you will focus on clear language to understand the soul relationship.

Itspapalotl you will stay close and guide. 

Ganesh you will guide with clearer signs.

Erebus, Euphrosyne, Aine, Soteria, and Hygieia- please take some time to align with our next tasks. I will work with Roger and Grandma Bertha to help maintain focus." 

"Wait" I stand up. "Am I supposed to say more? Ask more?" 

"You can" The Dagda says, "but your mind whispered that it did not have more questions."

We shall meet again on Thursday."

I blinked and the table was empty. A black feather floated down and landed on the table. I turn around and walk out of the room. 

The Field of Screens Part 1

Conversation with Roger:

Him: "Hello Racqele"

He still has his Italian accent, and says my name in Italian.

Me: "Hi Roger, how are you?"

Him: "I am as good as you." He says with a chuckle.

Me: "Sorry it has been so long since I checked in."

Him: "it has been busy, you have been listening well without need to interrupt."

ME: "Last time I wrote our conversation  down, we were going to start navigating through the field of screens. Did we do that?"

Him: "Oh yes, the Field of Screens. Let us review the path to see where we are. Come with me."

ME: I get up off the couch and follow him down the stairs in the kitchen. We stand on the train platform again. It is no longer Fall in the train station. It is Spring with pink flower petals swirling around. It feels warm and smells like honeysuckle. 

"This is different." I say to Roger. As I am looking around. "It has always been fall when I am here."

"Yes," he says wistfully as he stands here with his hands in his pockets. "This is nice for you to be here at a different time. It is good for the soul. The train is coming are you ready to go?"

"Yes, yes I am."  I say, as I turn towards the tracks.

The blue and white light can be seen glowing in the distance down the track. And before I can soak in the feeling it is here, zooming through the station. 

"Let us go now Racqele," says Roger as he holds his hand for me to hold on to.

We step into the zooming light and off we go. I never stood in the blue light train before, but this time we paused. It feels like water without the wetness. it is thick but not constrictive. 

Roger turns to the left side of the train and steps off, pulling me with him.

We are standing at the edge of a grassy knoll. It is warm and sunny outside. 

"Let us go" he says again and starts walking away from the train. As we crest over the knoll we can see there is a valley down the hill in front of us. the field is filled with the screens. all with pictures or images on them like short movies or picture slides.

We walk until we are in front of the first row. 

"Can you see the images clearly on the screen?" Roger asks.

"No," I reply. "They are very bright. I can see the colors. But that is all."

"It is OK, please close your eyes," Roger says. I sigh, "OK" I respond, and close my eyes. 

"What color did you see before you closed your eyes?" he asked. "Dark Pink," I reply. "With some white rounded lines."

I can feel him pull me over a few feet until we are standing in front of different ones in the same row.

 "I want you to open your eyes and then close them again and tell me what colors you see," Roger says.

I open my eyes and see a dark green green color with the same white rounded lines. I close them again and we move further down. 

"Open them again," says Roger. I open them again and I see static. 

"This is good," says Roger. "You can keep them open now. We will go back to the ones you can see the colors."

We walk back down and stand there looking up at the big screens.

"What can you see?" I ask Roger.

"I see turmoil, money and happiness. Usually work, home and family. and not in that order all the time. 

Let us step into the Field of Screens and go to the next row," Roger says.

We walk past the first row of screens until we are standing at the next row. 

I see all dark muted colors. Brown, blue, maroon. All matte like colors. I tell Roger this.

"Oh yes," he says. "Turmoil again. we shall continue."

"These next few rows are all muted colors. We shall continue through." Roger says.

I look at all the screens as we slowly walk through the field. I can see the colors changing as the images flash on the screen. I need more practice to be able to see things more clearly when I am with Roger.

We are about half way through the field and we stop.

"This is where we are in the field," Roger says. 

"What do I need to do to finish the Field of Screens?" I ask.

He waves his hand in the air. "There is time that needs to pass, and things that need to be completed to continue."

"Like what?" I ask. 

"Well, Racqele you cannot see the screens. we come here more and practice and we will move faster through the screens."

"What happens after the screens?" I ask.

"When you spoke to your Soul, she told you, that is where a new journey begins with another soul. Maybe a boat ride across a lake, or a swim in the water. Or a picnic where you both pause and enjoy the view."

Roger points to my left and waves. there is a woman walking towards us in a long lightweight dress, with her hair in a bun. 

"Hello Rachel, how are you my dear?"

She sounds like my Aunt Arloa. I met her before, it is my Grandma Bertha. 

"Hi Grandma, I am good," I reply. 

"You always have so many questions, but never want to hear the answers." She laughs as she says this.

"Yes, I want to know everything that is going to happen until I can, then I don't want to know." I chuckle as I say it, knowing how silly it sounds. 

"You can ask questions if you have any right now," she says.

A thought flutters through my head, but I don't say it.

She laughs..."yes, you will. If that is a decision you make." 

I didn't even say anything. I say.

"You do not need to." she replies.

"Should I?" I ask aloud, as a follow up to the first unspoken question.

Be so busy you don't have time to question it. Grandma Bertha says.

"Fill you day from sunrise to Sunset, with activity." "This", she motions to the screens "is not of your phone or computer. You built this to help you see more clearly."

"Do all the things you need to, to make sure Roger and I are right there. You keep us away, my dear. Heartstrong too. You have learned well that our help, and guidance does not guarantee perfection, or absence of sadness or loneliness. But if you allow us to lift you up, you will feel the extra strength and guidance we can provide."

"Thank you Grandma." I say quietly. 

"Can I really do all of the things I want?" I ask, little incredulous. 

"Yes, all of them." Grandma Bertha says. "IF you keep your mind body and soul healthy."

"Come talk to me tonight. Let us help you align with what you need to be able to get what you want."

Before I could respond again she was gone. 

I turn to Roger and look at him. "What do we do now?" I ask. 

"Well we are in the beautiful Italian countryside. would you like to see the town?"

Before I can respond we are standing on a cobblestone road in front of a small Italian looking restaurant. I stand in the middle of the roadway and swirl slowly around soaking in the sights all around me. 

"I love it." I whisper.

I turn to Roger. "What do I need to work on?" I ask. 

Trust. Roger says. 

The Search for Heartsong

She climbed onto her horse and adjusted the reins. She was riding out into the woods in search of Shaman woman named Heartsong. The sun shone directly above her, she could feel the horse starting to sweat through his jet black coat. There was no saddle, or stirrups, just a blanket laid across his back. Her ranch was at the edge of the mountains, sitting on the valley floor. It would be cold at the higher parts of the mountains, so she made sure to pack an extra blanket in her backpack.

She had not spoken to Heartsong in many years.  It would be difficult at best to find her in the woods. She thought back to yesterday morning, she was sitting in the diner drinking coffee when her friend Janea sat down and joined her.
 "You know Heartsong is out there" Janea said as she sipped her coffee.
 I looked across the table at her and said "I haven't seen her in years, there is no way I could find her." Janea smiled "If you listen, you can find her. She is quiet, but not so quiet you cant find her if you look". "All right" I said, I will head out tomorrow and see if I can find her". "Where was she spotted last?"
Janea Responded "I'm sure she is among the trees".

As Jack started to trot across the field, her mind started to wander in thought. She wondered what Heartsong would say, would she recognize her. Jack slowed as they reached the trees, the horse and her headed into the woods. She rode all day and into the evening, winding through trees, across clearings, around rock outcroppings. She started to wonder if she could even find Heartsong. She was ready to make a camp for the night and start fresh in the morning. As she headed into a clearing she could see the glow of a fire. She rode cautiously up to the fire. It was Ranger Rich.
 "Hey Rich! What are you doing up here in the woods?"
 Rich said "I heard you might need some help finding Heartsong, so I figured I would come out and scout it out before you got here." She climbed off of Jack and sat down in front of the fire. She was happy to have the company out in the woods.
"Alright Rich, what am I looking for?" She asked. "I have searched everywhere today, I couldn't even find a trace of Heartsong anywhere."
Rich laughed "Rachel to find Heartsong, you have to listen to the sounds of her speaking. It is subtle, you have to listen beyond the clopping of the hooves, and the roar of the wind. It is in the leaves falling, a rock settling further into the ground. That kind of subtle."
"Thank you Rich." She replies. "I will listen carefully tomorrow so I can find Heartsong and speak to her."

The next morning when she woke, she sat still and listened to the sounds around her. Rich had left before dawn, and all that remained of the fire was ash, and coals hiding underneath. She decided not to ride Jack today, she would just lead him. She decided to climb over the ridge so the wind would not be so loud. The sun met her on the ridge and she could could feel the warm glow seeping into her skin. She stopped in a small clearing away from the wind, Jack was not moving around. She closed her eyes and listened.
 "Hello Rachel."
She opened her eyes and looked around, she could not see anyone. She thought she heard someone say her name, but now it might have the whistle of wind.
"What do you want to ask me?"
She kept her eyes closed and tried to focus on the voice. It was so quiet, she could not tell if she was actually hearing it or imagining it.
"Heartsong, is that you?" Rachel asked.
"Yes it is I" Heartsong responds.
"Why don't you speak to me anymore?" Rachel asked.
"The wind, and the sea can over power even the loudest voice, I cannot shout above them." Heartsong replied.
"So you just stopped speaking to me? What if I needed guidance? I feel lost. I thought you had died, and turned to stone." Rachel said.
"I have spoken. I have twisted the wind into words, so you could hear. I moved the waves so they could speak to you. You are not lost. You have always followed the guidance I have given. Even when you did not agree."
"What do you want to ask me?" Heartsong repeated  her question.
"What do I really want?" Rachel asked.
"Freedom" Heartsong replied.
"But what does that look like? How do I get that? How much? When?" Rachel rattled off her questions.
"Freedom to receive love, Freedom to spend your time as you desire, Freedom to write what you want, freedom to speak, freedom to travel, freedom to listen to me. As much as it takes to not make you feel I am made of stone. Now and tomorrow and forever on."
"How does that relate to work? I have bills and responsibility."
"You must listen intently. My wisdom is beyond a job. You must not damage yourself to show proof of listening. You must gently follow what warms the heart. A pot does not boil instantly. A heart does not thaw in a moment. Do not fear change, judgments and expectations from others. Do not fear, fear for others. What makes your heart feel warm? Do that."
"What if lots of things feel warm? What if I cant decide?" Rachel asked feeling perplexed
Heartsong responded  "You need to be gentle, gently follow, one small step at a time. Ask for guidance in the moment. It will help with clarity. It is getting cold out here my friend, you must head back home."
Rachel continued to listen intently, but could no longer her Heartsong's voice. The wind was howling now. Rachel had not noticed the storm rolling in. The air was getting colder by the minute, clouds were dark and menacing, she could feel the wind starting to bite at her cheeks. She heard hoof clops behind her. There was Rich on his horse. "What are you doing here?" Rachel asked. "Heartsong said you might need some guidance back down to the valley. I am here to lead the way." HE was holding a big light that looked like a beacon. It lit up the whole area around him. Rachel climbed on Jack and as they both turned the horses around the rain started to fall. Rich's light shone like a beacon lighting a path in front of the horses, all the way down the mountain. They were both soaking wet and shivering as they started across the valley floor.
"I think you can make from here." Rich said, as he turned and headed home. Rachel waved good-night and headed to the stables. She could here the echo of Heartsongs words in her head. "Gently follow what makes the heart warm."

Conversations with my soul. Part 4

I need to talk to my soul again. I need more guidance. I have questions. I need clarification. I fear making a wrong turn. There is no way for me to know the alternate path. I can only imagine what the different outcomes would be. This path is the only one I can see.


I climb off my couch. I step up onto the platform behind me. I walk up until  I can see the vegetation I can see the narrow path. I start walking up the path. It is warm and sunny today. Normally it is cold and gloomy. I weave my way through the bushes that hang over the path. It is steep and I have to lean forward to keep my balance. I push dead branches out of the way as I make my way to the top of the path. I see the opening in the path as it opens up to a clearing at the edge of the lake . There is fine ground rocks and some old pieces of wood that have been pushed to the shore. The wood not the sand. The gravelly sand is there in a small clearing. The other part of the lake has grass all the way to the edge of the water. I look across the lake.
"Hello!" I call out. "Are you here?"
 I look to the far edge of the lake where my soul took me last time. The land curves away to where I can no longer see the path. I focused my sights there and waited.
"I'm here!"  I hear a voice call out.
I wait. She rounds the corner of the path across the lake. I look down at the waters edge. I imagine a boat there and slowly I see the air swirl around as a boat appears to be being built from dust in the air. When it is complete I step into the boat. I focus my sights on the opposite edge of the lake. The boat seems to just know that is where I want to go. It pushes through the water to other edge. I climb out of the boat. I remember that last time I had my mind interfere with what I was trying to hear and see. I focus on my surroundings. And I try to stay focused on my questions.
 My soul runs up to me. "What are you doing here today?  I wasn't expecting you today."
"I know I wasn't planning on visiting so soon.  I need more answers."
 She looks at me .. "OK what do you need?"
"My questions are: What am I training for? What do I need to focus on? When should  I start? What kind of training am I doing? Physical, Mental, emotional, educational, vocational? There are too many options I need help to focus. What happens if I train in the wrong area?"
 She laughs out loud. Inwardly, I have a little awkward feeling. I have much anxiety about these things. She looks at me. "You know you're me right?
" ...Well yes..technically." I reply
 "Not technical...you are me. You choose to hide under your veil."
"Why do you not choose to hide?" I ask
"Because  I chose freedom." She said.
 "But you are me; did we not both choose freedom?" I asked; feeling perplexed.
"You chose earth. I chose a different...earth place. We chose."
 "Is earth harder to take off the veil? " I ask
"...no it is harder for you than for me.  Hmmm let me think of your questions for a moment. Don't add your thoughts to mine ... let me contemplate." She pauses and steps back. I am back in my living room for a moment chatting with my kids. I hear her start to talk so I jump back to the lake..

"Just as you answered yourself; you need to train physically. It will hep with mental focus.  You need to train and practice living on earth. You cannot hide until its over. Write more think less."
 "What is my goal?"....
"There is not a goal.. there is a pattern of evolving. There is people to connect to and paths to clear for others. Doors to open and soulful practice of healthy beliefs. To concrete the healthy patterns, so as to not need to repeat learning them again. You can set goals for yourself to help you, but not as an end result. You need to understand the patterns of growth are not set. Focus on reaching for a feeling and keeping it here. Write your new belief. and practice it. There are events that are going to occur and you will do best with training." She stops for a moment. "Your thoughts are merging with mine. give me a moment."
 I pause and I lean down a dip my fingers in the water. It is cold and clear. There is grass growing on the edge of the lake. I can see small fish darting around in the grass in the water. I look up at my soul...   she is prancing around in circles and humming a tune. I look down and feel the water on my fingers. so cold and refreshing. I look up and she walks up to me again.
"You need to focus on your feet. stay on the ground. talk to people. Set up a healthy pattern for your family. Reach for more earth knowledge. The soul already knows what you need to remember. Let me speak through you while you are on earth not just here. All the things that you dream of ...pick one... and bring it to life. Then the next one. Don't try all at once. Learn then use it. Don't try to learn all first. Did I mention you need to write more? You need to grow out from the veil. It hides you very well. Your light is blocked completely from here.  I can only see you when you are here. You will understand when you pull it off what I mean. But If I tell you each step the path will change."
"I have another question: on the earth that you live are we with our soul mate?" I ask.. 
"No I am waiting for us to catch up to each other. That is a journey we take together. when we are both whole."
"Am I not whole now?" I ask. "I feel like a whole person..."
 "Your soul is hiding.... whole ..not like fruit, but like all the cylinders on a car working; all the tires inflated evenly. All the rooms cleaned during spring... does this make sense?"
 "Yes.... So the first step?"
 "You will see... the mundane things save space for the rest of it." She answers.
"Do I start tomorrow?" I ask...as I feel my anxiety rise in my chest.
 "You cannot grow a plant in a day.... Maybe you can plant the seed... or pull the weeds where you want to plant... maybe a tree or rocks are in the way and you need to remove them first.... Maybe if you write it down. Not goals..patterns of success...with limitless outcomes... with a leap that is freedom, with patterns after that, that you can't plan yet.."
"Do you have bad days on your earth?" I ask
 "Yes...my freedom was hard fought, but the blanket on my earth is not as heavy as yours. It takes less time, energy, emotion and fight to gain freedom."
 "How can 1 soul split? I ask.
"With out a long story... we chose to divide and conquer. Not all souls do. Some splinter. Earth has been hard. This time is better with a tether to my earth. I can't explain more yet."
"Do you travel in time? I ask
 "Yes." She replies.
"Can you actually leave your earth?" I ask.
"Yes, but again my earth is not as heavy." She says.
"Will I be able to travel like that?"
"I cannot say... it depends. It is not a end goal nor a focus for our soul to master. As long as you do not hide behind it." She says.
I take a deep sigh. "OK."
"Do not leave here disappointed. You came for answers, they should be without expectation of answer. Go home and write the patterns down that you want to have, write down the belief you want and why. write down the emotions you want to feel, and what they are brought from. Write why you want to travel and where. Write it down until it is clear where you are in your gardening process. Think about how long it takes for a plant to grow. Draw a garden if you must. Plan out what you want it to look like. design it, then create it. And remember it is yours and your alone, but all of those you want in your life must have a place in, and space in your garden. You need to plan, and train."
I thank my soul for her/our /my help. I give her a hug and for a moment our soul is one. I try to feel the lightness and freedom as it is a part of me for a moment. I can feel the veil over me. I step back and thank her again.
She laughs. "Of course."  "Be sure and let me know when you meet him. I know where he is on my earth. I am just waiting for you."
 I laugh .."OK I will come tell you. Gosh will  I know when I meet him?"
 She laughs...not at first. But as you tether yourself to your memories they will resonate with him. HE will know. Don't let that go."
"OK sounds good" I reply.
I turn around and walk to the boat. I climb in and enjoy the cruise across the lake with the warm air blowing my hair. I climb out and start on the path down the away from the lake. I go quickly. I can see my couch at the bottom of the trail I step onto my couch and back to my living room.

A Visit to My Soul

I went to see my soul last night. I hadn't been up there for awhile. I guess along the way I figured out how to plant some trees on my side of the water. She did too. They are all in bloom. The pink cherry blossoms adding color to the the trees and the ground around them. Like a soft pink circle of light. I brought a boat with me this time. I had tried to build a bridge to my soul before. I wasn't successful. I realize now there are many ways to get across the water. I climb in the boat and paddle to the shore where my soul is standing. My soul turns to light and swirls around me as I walk along this distant shore. I try to memorize the feeling of walking in the light of my soul. It is not as different as I had thought it would be. I look across the shore to where I started. The trees I planted are still small. I need to visit more often to cultivate them. I look at the water in hopes that instead of ripples in the water I would see words floating by. I see my reflection in the water. I look the same, but the discontent is not. I feel loved from within.
The sun starts to set behind the fog and the mist. The grey starts to fade to darkness. I climb in the boat, wondering if my soul will just stay with me or if she will stay on the distant shore. I start to paddle across the water. I close my eyes for a moment. I don't want to know if the light is still around me or not. I know I need to figure out why she stays on the other side of the water. I had hoped this was the answer. The trees planted, the boat across the water, the walk together on the other side of the shore.
I reach the shore and feel the boat bump the shore. I open my eyes and look back across the water. My soul was dancing along the shore. I still feel the comfort from within. I too dance among the small trees. I stop at each tree and tend to it. I clear the weeds from around the roots. It is dark now.  I notice I still have light to light my path. It shines from around me. I smile to myself as I walk down the path to my world.