Mother Nature's Melody

Soul Soothing Journey

Mother Nature’s Melody

I’m not fully sure what happened. I felt emotionally, mentally, and spiritually tired and angry. I wanted to somehow open my forehead and allow all my thoughts to be free. I wasn’t even sure what would come out. I also wanted to find a way to open my body from the center of my throat down to the bottom of my stomach. It was as if I wanted to let all the pain escape and be free. I wanted it to be alive while out of me instead of in me. I wanted to see it, communicate with it, and understand it — because I wasn’t understanding a thing.

I did, though, understand the drug addicts, the alcoholics, the suicidal — but I also knew the damage and the regret. I couldn’t risk it. So, instead, I allowed myself to fall asleep and dream of escaping life.

I found myself wide awake, embraced by the cozy waters of a pond under the night sky. I was surrounded by willow trees and magnolias, a warm wind, and darkness (except the light of the stars and of the moon.) I closed my eyes to allow the rest of my body to come alive. The water was gently hitting my skin as it slowly rippled away from the waterfall. It felt as if the water was tapping my body with gentle kisses. The wind gently caressed my shoulders and sweetly kissed my lips while passing by. The loving wind also seemed to enjoy brushing through my hair, creating shivers over my arms and shoulders.

The enchanting waterfall sang its song to the earth as if casting a magic spell of peace and harmony — everything within me was calm. The aroma of the flowers nearby swept beneath my nose and with a simple breath in, my soul knew it was one with God.

I opened my eyes to see the reflection of the stars and of the moon on the dark water. With the ripples, it seemed as if they were dancing to the melody of the waterfall. Such fun it must be — to always be one and at peace together. The waters, the stars, the moon, and the wind; all friends enjoying song and dance so freely. The waterfall sang, and the pond created a dance floor for all to join. The tree branches swayed, and the leaves jumped off the branches to dance with the stars and the moon on the water.

I took a dip beneath the pond. I hid myself. It was dark, cold, lonely, and silent. It’s what I truly deserved. I was undeserving of the beauty that was before me. I had so much damage to my mind, body, and soul. I didn’t belong.

I slowly rose above the waters with thoughts of leaving the pond. I didn’t deserve to be surrounded with such beauty, such grace, and such kindness. Though they had welcomed me without hesitation, I felt the need to respect their being and walk away.

First, I selfishly needed one last glance of the dancing stars and moon, one last moment of embrace from the waters, one last touch from the gentle wind, and one last song from the glorious waterfall. As I stood there, admiring the art of life before my eyes, I noticed the wind forming into a familiar being. The wind bowed before me while also stretching out a hand as if requesting mine. I reached back out as if accepting an invitation to dance. The wind pulled me in closely and then lightly spun around. It then began to sing with the melody of the waterfall.

You, my dear, are the reason we sing, the reason we dance, the reason we dream. We know that you hide, that you feel undeserving inside, that you believe you are worthless and without purpose, and that you have no desire to stay alive.

We know of your damages, your flaws, your mistakes, we know you believe you don’t have what it takes — to be valued, to be loved, to be seen, to be tough, to stand up and say, “I am more than enough — I am divine, I am power, I am strength, I’m creative — I am freedom, I am truth, I am a light, I am greatness.”

But, if you do ever take a moment to speak out this truth, seek it and search it, you’ll find that it’s true. You are the heart of this story, not because of perfection or fame, but because of your flaws and the damage, the impurity, the pain. You are the art, the truth, the rawness of strength, your power runs on and on at an endless length. Your vessel doesn’t have to be perfect and neither does your life because you, my dear, are a flowing light. A light that shines, a light that goes dim, a light that creates beauty in all sorts of sin. You ARE power, you ARE divine, and I am honored, so honored, to say you are mine.