I walked in confusion and frustration. Flat barren earth surrounded me. No path, no destination, no hope.
“Sit down”, she said. “Sit and wait”.
I squatted in the dry dusty soil, hanging my head in defeat.
“Where am I going?” I pleaded. “The horizon is endless.”
“Breath, wait, there will be a way,” she assured.
Eyes closed, unrelenting unknown clogged my way, my heart cried, terror gnawed.
I silently waited, hoping, dreading, fearing, yearning.
“Keep breathing, deeply,” she urged. “Sit in the silence.”
A breeze gently touched my fingers, then my arms, my nose sniffed something in the air.
I waited enjoying these mysterious sensations.
Take a deep breath,” she said. “Slowly open your eyes.”
In the distance I saw low hills then soaring mountains. My gaze moved to my feet and I discovered the makings of a path winding through purple heather.
“Is this where I go?” I wondered.
“Is this where you want to go?” came the reply.
The mountains summoned. I answered.
After all, it was a dream.