Let Me Hold You

by Elaine

LET ME HOLD YOU

I sit to meditate on the sandbank of Windjana Gorge.

LET ME HOLD YOU, WHISPERS THE SILENT VOICE LET ME HOLD YOU

I can only respond and lie back on my salmon sarong

TURN OVER ON YOUR RIGHT, WHISPERS THE SILENT VOICE

Following instructions I turn wondering why?

Nestling into the soft undulations of the cool, velvet sand , closing my eyes.

RELAX, SOFTEN, SINK INTO ME, WHISPERS THE SILENT VOICE

I let go and sigh out deeply , deeper into the sensation of my heart opening, Waves ripple over me

LET YOURSELF FEEL ME HOLDING YOU

I drape into the ground, aware of my body as a landscape, the slump of my soft beasts, the slack tummy muscles , the gentle curve of my side scape cradling my left arm, my hand resting out on my hip.

My thoughts drift to the Sleeping Beauty Mountain on the Isle of Lewis. Her shape silhouetted behind soft clouds. The sense of slumber, utterly soft, responding to the touch of mother. An ant traces its path over the bridge of my brow, steadily moving along.

My thoughts drift back to Jill Smith, walking the landscape, sleeping in the crooks and caves of her beloved mountain. Jill and the ant tracing similar trails.

The ant brings me back and I crush it between my fingers.

I settle once more into awareness. I feel the dapple of sunlight stroking my face, I am transported toDylan’s ancestral cave and the action of stroking the Rain God who speaks with thunder and lightning.

The softest breeze caresses the skin on my face and flutters my wrap…..I feel cradled in the bosom of my Mother.

Bridget calls quietly to finish,……………..I could lie longer and restore my well?

I walk as a child through the womb passage of the gorge wall and up the hill. Averting my gaze from a line-up of curious tourists. The last man stands aside and bows his head.

A gentle shadow of me plays out on the ochre pathway. I observe it with a soft gaze. Flowing shapes of cloth and skirt move rhythmically to step fall. Small rounded shoulders relaxed, light movements of flapping fabrics playing in the breeze.

I stand silent, waiting for John to change the gas bottle for the breakfast of scrambled eggs. He smiles down on me and whispers” ”Did you have a good meditation? You seem very Zen.”

I nodded and smiled back to him.