are the dead really silent?
Deep in my throat I can feel laughter shake in my chords. It is natural for me to feel the good spirits come into my body and light my spirit. Just as it was natural for the darkness to be all consuming. In this though, it was a moment of light, a breath of the sun shining in the world to break the cold of the coming winter’s dark. She did not fear me as a circled, in fact followed my movements, already unknowingly starting the steps of a dance. It was a dance of understanding and acquaintance compared to one of simple movement of body and paw steps. I can almost taste her interest in joining me, though she hesitates. It is wise. I am a stranger, and I am large. The signs I gave her could be a lie, and sometimes they are. To my pleasure, she seems to trust in the nature and trust in what fate has brought her.
I was so focused the present spirit in front of me that my senses had been distracted from what was around me. While I was bowed, a white woman smelling of wisdom and life cut into our waltz. Her paws went up and she spun to nature’s tune, her white form lithe with a youthfulness that she had seen in years past. A smile pulled across my lips, it was impossible not to feel the joy and frivolity that was being created between us. I looked over to the younger female as she too jumped into the movements. The two women spun around me, the energy flowing in twists and weaves. I twined around them, lowering my massive body so as not to tower over them. I keep low, letting them move above me, exhulting them into the realms of the sky, wishing I could launch them into flight. To feel the freedom of a winged spirit. My steps take me around them still, circling and occasionally weaving between them, bowing my head and facing each of them in turn and in tune to my steps. All together we celebrate life and laughter found in each of us.
lord; 4 falls; 41in/190lbs; fatelessXheartless; wandering ghost |