The valley nestles my heart with grandfather trees and a ridge of watchful soft shouldered mountains, surround me.
I feel them as steadfast and knowing; silent guardians by day and peaceful companions all through the night.
One smile or one tear is absorbed into green pastures and fields of tall grasses which cluster like stalking messengers which follow the wind, hide the wild and perhaps many mysteries that I may not want to answer.
My arms can spread and open wide.
My voice can sing or cry out or it can silence itself and join the echo choir of nature.
If I walk or dance or step like a fool, the valley allows; I can even be completely still.
I notice the sweet smelling air as it breathes through me.
It is the primary motion.
When I lift my arms again, they are prompted by space which is not of my own volition.
The valley breathes through me and asks if I can fly.
I want to answer, "yes!".
As a nest fosters the young birds until the moment of readiness, mother earth asks in time- are you ready to fly? You can always return to the green Valley- but the beauty is in the sky that you have looked towards.
How many times did you look to the sunrise, sunset the blue reflective horizon and wonder at the freedom of the birds that soared in this wonderland? I spread my arms like wings my and heart is stretched and broad.
My head lifts and my gaze become a laser as if it alone could empower flight with full throttle of heart and soul.
The grandfather trees become elder watchers as they empower me to lift to peak above their tops.
Suspended in the air by love and belief I feel the initial separation of foot to ground and release to flight.
Weightless and unbound by any earthly burden of flesh or tear I leap to the freedom of no gravity.
I float with purpose able to steer with delight in the blue sky at will like a bird.
I feel the new air of altitude, soft and embracing, touched by gold from the sun.
It is clear like a pathway with no obstruction waiting for me to navigate in sustained will of flight.
A moment of disbelief will toss me to the ground.
My amazement curiosity draw me forward.
I feel propelled to the heavens.
No tear or smile appears from here, else I do believe it would thunder in the valley.
My heart is lifted, my eyes are dry.
My sight is raised to a Godly sky that welcomed me into a vale of light and stars and endless vision of golden pathways.
All goodness, all in the heaven, is touchable from the green valley that reaches up towards it.
It is peaceful in knowing connectivity.
I must fly to the abode to remember home, to recall that I am ever united with the Light that moves between, within and beyond.
Let me remember that.
Nesting is a repose but is not flying between the heaven and earth.
A tear and a smile nourish and are accepted in the valley yet are left behind in flight.
The ecstasy and peace that lie beyond fill the heart with heaven's delight.
Oh valley, sweet green nest, I will return but just this night let me fly into such yonder lights.