Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving
I don't seem to remember much about my life, and I certainly cant convey it the same way you guys do...but there has been a few instances in my life that were deeply moving, and I'm going to try to share one.
Three and half long years ago, my husband left in the middle of the night taking our only child. Devastation smacked me square in the jaw and I was down for the count.
Everything after that day seems dreamy, drugged, I was suddenly all alone in a country far from home and my little angel stolen away to the silence. Every day that passed without my child”¦s singing voice, became harder to live through, harder to breathe. For months I hid away inside the cave that used to be a home, a place that used to welcome in friends and strangers alike. All the light that once shined through boldly opened window, were blocked, covered by aged aluminium blinds”parallels of just how plain and empty my life had become.
My beautiful friend Melanie, who was hiding as well, but from herself, was trying to help me through this time. I can't remember just how many tears fell from our eyes, but I know there was no drought that year. The two of us sheltered from the world, fragile and afraid to open the door.
But, something happened one night, we decided to escape”break open that dark cell that had been holding me captive far too many weeks. And under veil of night, she and I took a drive to the coast”.was only a ten minute drive, but it seemed I held my breath the entire way. We arrived at the beach, slowly crept out of the car, and sucked the sea air in as deep as possible. The first breath of freedom is always the most painful,but, I continued to inhale, and I walked forward to the sand. The water was as black as the sky, but somehow it shimmered. The sand was cool under my feet; every step seemed to take me further away from reality. I found sanctuary, my god, it was here all along.
Melanie and I laid a couple of old towels onto the ground, each taking our place, staking our claim to the little dark paradise found. We both lay on our backs, to gaze up at the night sky. It was as if this was the first time I had ever opened my eyes.
The stars were so vivid; I almost had to shield my eyes from their bright dance (my heart almost burst from the beauty of it all). I knew, we knew, that shooting stars were the most sought prize of the night. Everyone always begging for a chance at a wish come true. How I prayed I would see a wishing star, a glimpse of hope, just for me.
The universe, she listened, and I saw the most amazing sight I had every seen,not just one shooting star, but a meteor shower of shooting stars. Melanie and I were so excited, so overwhelmed we almost cried. All that time I thought hiding from the world would keep me safe, thought that wishes were for dreamers. And here I laid, under a blanket of new hopes and promises that life will get better, Showered in a glow of heavenly winks.
Once, I thought miracles were like winning the lottery”invest all you have for little chance of winning”But, I was wrong.
The world i swimming in miracles, I just had to walk out into it, open my eyes and let it rain down on me.
And yes, all my wishes did come true, every single one of them and I now have the beautiful voice of my son singing me awake every morning...and kissing me goodnight every evening.
Thank you for letting me share one of the most life altering moments I've had so far