My Vision

THE MEADOW:-

It began when I was still a child, just a thought, I suppose, a thought or a longing, tugging in my heart.  I was at an absolute of anguish, tears fell, my lungs ached, it was night. I was falling; I closed my eyes, blinking the tears away, sore, raw, cold and alone. I pictured the hay field – an actual place that I knew, the hill sloped away, a road and river on one side, a house at the top and a stream to cross on the way. I released my pain to that place, to all the details I could remember, the earth under me the sky above, the sound of the river and the wind on my face. I began to breath deeply and watched the seasons change there before me, and the scenery too as I turned around things faded; the house at the top of the field, the village I had walked from many times to get there in the days, and years before.  Though I realised these were not things to be worried for. They ere of the mundane world.  The world turned, ever onward like it does. 

Then there was just the hills all around and ME in the meadow which is my name and all I am.  The grass was now long and swaying with the breeze, with blue and yellow and red flowers, green grass, bending under me as I lay down.  The sun big and orange, low in the sky – late summer almost autumn sky turning purplish with fluffy grey clouds cuddling up around the sky like duvets, and warm rain began to fall (like my tears did before)

The World had heard my youthful sorrows, swept me up in this beauteous scene and then birds flew in circles above me as a rainbow appeared.  I felt like I could reach it and walked then through the colours, bathed in their colour energy, as it swirled like steam around me from RED > ORANGE > YELLOW > LIME > GREEN > AQUA > BLUE > PURPLE > VIOLET.

It was a deep warm violet-reddish glow I was left with as the rain stopped and the rainbow faded and the sun set.  The Moon already risen grew brighter in a crescent like right above me.  

I opened my eyes then: I was back on my bed and there, the moon, still a smile in the sky. I slept with great ease that night for the first time in years.

This was my vision

Love  pwh

Of course there was many more details I cannot at this time recall like what type of beasties were in the grass, whether it was then I saw the squirrel, what type of birds circled above me – they wee small and looked black (maybe only because the sky was bright) And if the wind had whispered anything to me – whether the seasons were shifting backwards of forwards  (probably backwards as the village and the house vanished) – (backwards to the same place before people settled permanent homes) and if there was more, maybe soothing I didn’t want to admit to forgotten somewhat deliberately I hope the message comes again