I am Well
I am Well
She is the mountain stream who has already trekked down the side the mountain, awakening the life at its shore with her joyful, unselfconscious flight. Her hair untied, and heart unbridled, she runs down to the lake. She rests there, contained now by what she can see. And the salty taste of loss starting to form already on her tongue. There in the lake she starts to see the reflection of her heart, and the opaque, dark waters below. But there is the Ocean. And she can keep running. The shape of the lake can no longer contain what she knows. Who she is. So she must keep going. The salt stings now, a little more. Perhaps the water of the great sea can make it better. Make it sting less. Hurry now. There is something there in the shadows, trying to hold her back. Wanting her to still fit into the shape that they gave her when they called her Lake.
You, of course, are the earth at the shore, holding the structure that she moves in. Letting her be free. But you, you are holding more solidly the salts until they can finally transform into minerals. And shine where once it was dull and dirty. And the shine, when it finally arrives and releases you, is so bright and pure. -Merrill Page