The Touch of the Goddess

(Photo Credit: Aran Islands - Inishmore - Dún Aengus)

Swirling leaves danced along the pathway as the faint sounds of owls and other rustling creatures raced away through the bushes on either side of the path. A full moon hung in the inky skies and a pair of emerald eyes lifted to that hanging light in the sky, praying reverently for release from the pain in her heart.

Eyes dropping to the winding path once again her feet carried her through the moonlit darkness, the forest around her was filled with life. Coming to a clearing where the pathway fell off a cliff to the rocks and crashing ocean below, she paused.
She stood upon the precipice, eyes fixed to the seething dark water below.
Tears dropped from her cheeks to fall soundlessly to the waves crashing below. The wind buffeted her small form as she contemplated if it was worth this, or to go back to face the pain of the loss.
A soft moan filled the air and she was startled to hear her own aching heart crying out.
Again she looked down at the crashing waves, how easy it would be just to take that last step and let the pain go.
She would not be missed.

The forest behind her went silent, the crashing of the waves sounded far away as something began to glow behind her.
Turning slowly she watched a ribbon of silvery light dance slightly above the forest floor heading towards her. A sense of peace filled her soul and she did not move, she only watched this dancing ribbon. It slowly shimmered into the shape of a woman and she stepped forward, the very ground her bare feet touched glowing silver.
A serene smile was upon the apparitions lips, her golden hair hung around her like spun gold and her eyes reminded her of twin stars that blazed with power. With a startled gasp escaping her she realized the Goddess was before her and she fell to her knees in worship. Head bowed, shoulders shaking she thought she was caught in the tendrils of a dream but when the hand touched the top of her head she felt her mind still.
Slowly her eyes lifted to meet those of the Goddess.

“Tis not time to go yet Sky, it is time for you to do your work.” Her voice was soothing balm to her heart. Mending the pieces that had shattered long ago.

“There is one who shares your soul, he awaits your rescue as he stands upon a precipice as well. Go, find him and rescue one another.”

Sky just stared up into the eyes of the Goddess, hearing the words coming from the entity telling her to live. Telling her to go forth and work once again. To go into the world to face the pain.

The Goddess placed a fingertip to her forehead and whispered.
“Your pain will heal. Your heart will be strong. You will awaken with only the knowledge of what you must do my child. I am always with you.”

The words filled her mind, soothed her pain ravaged soul and the world went black.

Scared to Get Close

Alone she stood at the edge of the lake watching the wind whip up whitecaps across the dark surface. The sun was going down, the storm could be seen brewing over the lake and the wind was howling in glee at the coming deluge. 
Lightning cracked, thunder boomed but she did not move. Her gaze was pinned on a distant place, out past the churning water, past the smell of ozone and past the dark clouds that brought the rain. 
Her gaze was unfocused and all she could see was his back as he walked away from her. All she could hear was the silence of him. 
All she could taste were her tears that never seemed to stop streaming down her face. 

Another earth shattering boom of thunder brought her to the real world and out of her memories to look up at the storm as it rushed towards her. 
Without a thought she brought her camera up, it had been forgotten hanging in her hand, and began to snap pictures of the rage as it swept down upon her. 
When the first raindrop spattered against her face she turned and ran towards her car. Worried about her camera more than the lightning that seemed to chase her, she slipped the camera under her shirt and ran faster. The rain began to pelt down against her, cold and wet. She slipped into the car without a moment to spare as the sky unleashed its fury. Sheets of rain, almost blacking out the world, fell down upon the car. 
Gasping she set the camera down on the seat next to her and realized that not all the wetness on her face was the rain. Tears of loss and sorrow mingled with the summer water that fell from the sky. 

She was alone. 
Truly alone and she did not understand why.

She had pondered this dilemma in the past but she thought with her openness and honesty that she would avoid hurting neither anyone nor herself. 
She had though; she had run people off with her strange ways. People she loved more than anything in the world. Alienated her friends, for they could not quite understand her, nor could they soothe her pain. Out of frustration they all had left her, one by one. 
A sob wrenched from her throat, as guttural as the thunder outside the car and she sat there in the rage of the storm and sobbed for her losses while the skies cried their own tears.