They stopped showing each other their beautiful veils and began to see one another. To love one another.
She was becoming a conduit--no longer claiming ownership over the
beauty she created spanning one plane and the other. Therefore taking
ownership of herself, her essence. She there, she here. She arrived
in Now.
We learned how we are at once water and entire. Subject to the
source and a vessel for it. And we did not lose ourselves so easily
now.
She took a deep breath and let the false tree crumble to ash. She
pulled out root after root, wincing with the pain but not closing her
eyes. Felt the cold air bite into all the empty spaces she'd made.
Spaces for truth to grow, for love to warm.
She took another breath and before she could think was spun into a
tango. Her steps were clumsy, unsure, but genuine. She feared more
pain when she saw another face smile at her, but kept dancing. She
found she had no more bricks to put around her, suspected she'd hidden
them from herself in a dream.
She returned a love letter from the distant North a few days later, in her own words.
Together, many of them dug up the box they'd locked the Scale in long
ago. Another breath, opened it, looked. Saw how they had to take all
of the balance, love it all.
She grew very sick with the knowledge of what she had to leave
behind. She suffered three fevers, felt her blood killing things she
never thought she would see die. And as her skin cooled, she felt all
of her, breathing. Her eyes adjusted to the light, her lips and throat
gradually found their strength again. While she waited, she played
with colors and water.
"Can I have you?" (Everyone and everything asked.)
"You do."
dedicated to my Loki family, many of whom I am loving from a distance. With love, xoxoxoxoxo Jack Jack.
