Just A Red Door
The morning sun peaked through the corner of the blackened shade. Her evening dreams shifted to lucidity. Was she just on a train or was one flying by only blocks away?
The next breath brought both of these moments into one reality ~ as her eyes opened fully to a fresh new Minnesota day.
In one breath :: freedom
In the next :: dread.
The silky pillow prevented her long curls from "dreading" ~ ahh ~ wouldn't that be divine? To shift from dread ~ to whimsical gypsy style dreadlocks. Within that thought ~ she knew. Go start the car & fly to the skies ... or to the partially iced roads ahead. With a co-pilot in tow ~ tucked in with floppy ears languidly dripped next to her driving thigh ~ an adventure was in play.
Maybe the coffee would lift ~ ever so slightly ~ in its rush-of-way kinda drips ~ the dullness that somewhere crept its way beyond the skin's barrier. The largest organ of protection ~ had allowed a seeping ~ deeper into her cells ~ a desire for change.
Change of scenery ~ thoughts ~ emotions?
She let all the chatter go & just drove.
From rolling hills to snow dustings on black cow's backs ~ to a yard filled with junk and another only adorned with a blanket of white leading to the front porch. All of life zoomed by with each passing glance.
This feeling of antsy-ness was not foreign to a woman with a gypsy soul ~ a female whose stars aligned with travel and new spiritual endeavors...yet here she was navigating the constellations of her wheel behind the circle she gripped of her Subaru. With each curve ~ she noticed her shoulders lose some weight ~ with each hum of a song behind hidden speakers ~ a feeling of melting occurred.
Was it as delectable as a wet tongue catching a snowflake? Or an eye following a shooting star?
There was no idyllic comparison ~ yet lighter she did feel. Passing lake after frozen lake ~ home after what appeared to be abandoned ~ so quiet and still ~ homes. She took a turn to the right. A road never traveled yet the spirit of her car knew the way. Only two cars before had traveled ~ the fresh snow marking their tire's GPS ways. The ground below the snow ~ below the shimmers of ice ~ started to rattle a remembrance of freedom in her bones. But it didn't register until her eyes caught the color. The big red barn door ~ splashed so vividly with the winter sky and goddess like white earth ~ as the props to portray.
The car slowed ~ her breath exhaled ~ and she realized :: it took Just a Red Door :: to completely land her in a place of peace ~ acceptance ~ and utter Joy.
Yes! It was joy that knocked on the door of her own heart. And there her thoughts heard "here my dear is your life ~ right here ~ is the beauty of You".
And the mother below ~ way below ~ with red earthen clay rouge ~ here she grounded and knew All is Well.
The stars await your return ~ so go enjoy your earth school days. Aho!
In light & love ~
International yoga instructor, Shamanic Practitioner, life coach, and more!