2/15 (Part 5)

2/15: Part 5

(Continued in Part 6)

2/15/22

“Let me sit with her a while,” the Mother said to me, gently, though not in those words or language,  ust outside the hearing of the girl (who now looked more like a young lady – and, increasingly MORE beautiful, every single time I looked at her).

And I simultaneously understood that this also was also The Teacher’s way of asking me to return inside for a quick meeting.

And she suggested that I return to lodge for a moment. “Let me tend to her,” she said. “For I can tend to her in ways that you cannot.” And I looked into The Mother’s face and saw her eyes and saw a whole other world of healing, like the 2nd half of a single coin. And I understood immediately why she wanted this moment with this young lady, though I knew nothing of its specific form or story or features ~ just the substance of the feeling. The essence of the connection. The love. It was a parental one, almost – and one of adoption. It was a love that I shared (something divine),  but at the same time, it was a love that I – in my masculine – possess differently.

And I looked into The Mother’s eyes, and with all of my love and gratitude, smiled and nodded and gave approval for bridging their connection.

“I won’t be long,” I assured her. “I need to go back inside for a minute and meet with my Teacher.”

“You go,” she said. “I will take care of her now.” 

I nodded. My heart glowed with an appreciation for Her. 

The girl, still tucked into my arm, looked up at me. Some fear on her face – fear of the unknown. I could feel it all within me: What’s going on? Are you going to leave me? Are you going to forget to come back? Can I still trust you? Was I a fool for it all? Are you going to hurt me? Will you please keep me safe? 

And turning back to the young lady, I gently touched her hands and fingers, and showed her the Wheel. “It’s ok,” I said, seeing the fear in her eyes that it was some trick, leading to abandonment. “It’s ok,” I assured her, smiling, “I promise. Everything’s ok. I just need to return inside for a moment – and I’ll be right back. Oh, and – would you please hold this for me while I’m gone?” I asked. 

And I placed the medicine wheel into the palm of her hand. And she held it there, staring, as if unable to move. “Hold it for me a while, ok? I’ll return for it soon. I promise.” And she looked into my eyes, and she knew I was telling her the Truth. And looking down at the Wheel, her fingers trembled as she slowly placed them through the slots, as if mimicking a faded memory of what she saw me do around the fire as I danced for her dead, bleeding soul.

(NOTE: The way she touched the wheel…. In childlike curiosity…and fear… was exactly the way AJ touched it in the parking lot) 

I got up from the bench. I wanted to so badly to turn and look and observe how they would react/interact – but the moment was not for me. It was between them. So I walked forward. 

Before stepping inside, I watched them from a distance. 

I cannot describe the beauty of what I saw. I simply cannot. 

But I suspect – no,  I KNOW

there’s one person besides me

alive and living on planet earth today
who might have felt it and experienced it

For I saw her touch the wheel
the same way she did.
Their hands and fingers moved
almost exactly the same when
holding it. 

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