We were home... I could have kissed the ground.. While the Love Wars were interesting.. I really do not need to venture from my own wagons to live life.. The first thing I did when we arrived back was to was the stench of the city from my skin.. even though we did not actually go into Turia.. we had to mingle amongst them.. and I felt a film of grime on my skin... I headed to the streams..
My pool.. or so I have always called it.. was a great stress reliever.. I stripped down to the cotten smock my mother made for me a long time ago.. and just fell into the water.. it was warm and cool at the same time.. I think I probably stayed way to long in the water.. and my skin pickled up on me.. but I felt clean.. fresh..
The next thing I did was take Cloud Dancer out for a night ride.. We are now comfortable with each other.. and so.. we cut loose... I am sure the OR were laughing hearing my happy whoops.. as we ride hell bent for leather along the perimiter of the herds.. My hair was loose from its braid.. and it dance as the winds caught hold of it.. I have never had my hair cut. It nearly reaches the backs of my knees when its loose..
Cloud Dancer seemed to know each move I was going to make.. he never faltered or hesitated.. and when I let lose of the reins.. and made the ascent to my feet.. balancing atop the saddle.. he seemed to almost dance within the clouds.. my arms stretched out. my face lifted to the starts... hair flowing out behind me... I called to the skies to grant my friend her wish.. I called to the skies to give us a plenty of grass to feed the bosk... I called to the skies to give those the eyesight to see what is inside a persons heart.. and judge them not by what they think they see but by what can not be seen..
I rode this way for a long while.. if I closed my eyes... I could pretend to be flying like a bird in the skies.. I am sure I looked like a madwoman.. but I was not. I was a very happy woman... one who had finally found peace in her heart.. and the will to move past the pain that life had brought.. I had a dream.. Of what I had hoped fate would bring to me.. but life got in the way...
I called to the skies..
I AM YAMKA!.. See me.. Remember me.. I will always remember you!
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