The Black Lagoon – 4 –


THE BLACK LAGOON – 4 –

After a day of preparation, she felt confident she’d get a

good nights sleep. She was growing in strength physically.

She had developed a renewed spirit. She felt powerful,

mindful and aware.

The amethyst was guiding her, preparing her for a journey.

Before nightfall she began to gather the pine cones

that were laying on the ground around her camp.

There seemed to be hundreds of them. But from where, she

thought and how did they get there. Another puzzle.

Questions continued to haunt her, but for now

answers could wait. The solitude and solemnity

were fulfilling her needs.

Her heart, mind and spirit were being nurtured

by a power beyond her capability to understand.

From now on there would be no simple questions.

No simple answers.

Her sense of reality was taking on a new 

perspective. Who, what, why, when, all those simple,

everyday thoughts meant nothing to her.

The Island was embracing her.

Its splendor had her firmly in its grasp.

The world around her was now a symphony

of sounds, smells, desires and yearnings.

Something was calling her.

Suddenly she could see the path.

It shone like a beacon of soft light before her.

She yearned to navigate her twists and turns.

To feel the life her under her feet.

Not now, she paused…. Not yet.

Sleep, sleep soundly my love.

Magically she ascended into an

ethereal world of mystery,

as the crow cawed gleefully.

©J.E.Goldie June 2, 2019

 

 

 

 

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Jen Goldie

"Life is made up of small comings and goings and for everything we take with us, we leave a part of ourselves behind" - Summer of 42

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