Connie's Journey - part 2

Read this passage and enjoy the isomorphic metaphor  of her journey, then think of your own; how could Connie's experiences teach you?

 

  The sounds of thought

 

After walking some distance Connie sat down by a stream and watched as the leaves and twigs floated by. She watched their colours and shapes, their swirling and turning and she relaxed. She looked into the crystal clear water beneath and saw fish swimming against the flow of the water with such grace and elegance; no effort, just appropriate movements which kept them where they wished to be. She watched as they glided towards their goal and with one swift movement sucked up the food, that which had held such concentration, only to return to their original place to begin again, their previous movements forgotten.

She touched the water. Fish darted out of sight only to re-emerge once she was still. The cold waters refreshed her, the fish enchanted her and she felt good. Removing her socks and shoes she dangled her feet in the waters and felt the tingling rise up her legs. She laughed relaxing in the pleasures of ‘now’. Without a care in the world she began to enjoy what she was feeling, with every breath she took she felt more and more alive, more and more at  peace.

As she sat she became aware of a stag on the other bank. Their eyes met and in that fleeting encounter she heard the stag as he lifted his head; ‘you come to this stream as I do to drink new life. You look into the steam and see all the life within. You know this flows through you and understand how easy it is to allow that life to flow when you relax enough and allow it so.’

As soon as he was there he was gone and she thought on what she had heard. She looked down into the stream at a fish swimming there. It attracted her attention; it spoke.

‘As the water moves fast I too move, when it moves slow I still move. I do so at the speed I need for my best life. Inside you is your best life waiting to move you like the waters do me.’ with a flick of the tail he was gone as were her thoughts.

She gazed into the distance and heard the trees around her as they swayed in the breeze. The rhythmn entranced her and she drifted into their song. ‘ we are the forces of life within. We take the sun’s power and create the world around as you create yours around you. We take these materials and hold the history of life within our memories. Only now are scientists beginning to understand how to read our rings as you are now reading yours. With every layer you will know far more and with each understanding you will grow more knowledge and as you do you will move towards being like the trees around you, tall, strong and content within your knowledge and understanding.’

Connie stayed for a while enjoying the connections she had made with herself and the nature around. She looked to the future and saw a garden filled with the abundance and variety only careful gardening could achieve. She saw a life more content and knew it would be so.

Slowly she replaced her socks and shoes with the certain knowledge she had changed. She did not question why or how, she just understood these changes were like the fish, adjustments to the flow of the stream. She knew where she wished to be and she was going there.

On standing she straightened her coat and trousers, smiled to herself. She had stolen time for herself and didn’t feel guilty. Trudging back to the car she couldn’t help herself, she laughed out loud. She laughed at the shear joy of being, she laughed at the release she felt inside. She knew if she told anyone she had heard animals talking they would lock her up! She knew what it was and thanked her unconscious mind. ‘Clever thing aren’t you’ she said.

Unlocking the car door, she jumped inside the car. She was excited. She was ready. She was off to begin the first full day of her life.

‘I am ready to start now!’ Looking in the mirror she was happy.