Saturday, January 17, 2009

Fire

The Old Man was getting tired. Sooo tired. Dare he rest for a bit?
'I'll just sit down here', he thought to himself,' but not for too long'.
He knew he still had things to do. His energy was flagging, as was his spirit. He wanted to sleep. Lethargy overcame him and he almost, almost gave in to it. 'Just a little longer', he thought to himself.

A warmth spread over his face. Was this the sun?
"Father Sun!" he cried out. "Why are you here at this time? It is dusk!"

The Old Man felt his face growing hotter, then his body. It was uncomfortable, but he could do nothing to take it away. The more he struggled the hotter he became.

"I am Spirit; why are you fighting me?" came a voice.

The Old Man turned his face to the heavens. And saw the Light.



5 comments:

Grammy said...

WOW! Was my fist thought. This is so insightful. Much knowledge came be put together here and the imagination can run wild. Amazing story.
Hug

Q said...

Dear Wendy,
If we will only alow the wisdom to come forth...we carry it inside of us.
I love this picture...
I love spirit coming as the sun...
Sherry

Wendy said...

Hi Grammy, Thank you - I just channel these stories. It's not over yet.

Wendy said...

Thank you Sherry,
There is a chant:
Air my breath
Fire my spirit
Earth my body
Water my blood
And the Wheel of Life goes on.
And the Circle of Life goes on.

Renee said...

Wendy you are a muse. One I need to come to over and over.

Love Renee xoxoxo