I just wrote this:
“Another bad
dream?” Sandy asked.
She nodded.
“Tell me about
it.”
She shivered and
hugged her arms across her chest. “Not yet. Just one more day.”
Sandy gazed at
her intently. Outside a cricket chirped twice and somewhere a motor hummed in
the distance. “No,” he said.
She hugged her
arms tighter around her chest. Her eyes grew wide in horror.
“No.” He met her
gaze. “This is too important.”
He spoke very
slowly, and his words gained power with each breath. “No. Your spirit now resides in a lonely
hollow. You can’t see water, or mountains or sunsets. Laughter doesn’t touch you. There is no
beauty, no love. Those things that nourish our souls don’t touch you.”
"You are
the hunted, the prey, the food of every , boogie man, goblin, and and evil
spirit that haunts the human mind. With each day, the hollow deepens.And the
boogie man's grip grows stronger on your heart. Each day your spirit dies a
little."
How could he
know this? He spoke the truths that she wouldn’t admit even to herself.
“No. Your spirit is important. It is too
precious. There's too much at stake.”
He touched her
shoulder, his touch strong and gentle at the same time.
“Don’t worry.
You’re strong, stronger than you know. Your spirit will triumph, and you’ll
laugh and love again. Your work on the earth isn’t done yet.”
“It will take me
about five minutes to gather some things. While I do that you can prepare your
thoughts. Then we’ll begin.”
Sandy's a Shaman.
I need a Sandy in my life. - someone to say, "No. Begin now."
