Silence is golden. I hear the silence and then the subtle back drop of life enhancing it. The bleat of sheep, the hum of a jet passing overhead but they fade allowing the sweet melody of songbirds to dance upon the soft breeze. I have heaven in the center of my upturned hand as I stand alone atop my mountain.
My eyes drift, envying the skill of an eagle that soars high in the sky. I, Misti of the mountain feels the nature that flows through my heaven on earth, rising from its soil creating a wondrous untouched land for all gods creatures.
I feel life just as I felt love. For the brief space of a year I rejoiced in equal adoration, love and lust. My man, my everything who rescued me from my hermit existence and breathed fire into my heart. One can’t explain this love that goes beyond planning a life together and instead is about shared silences where mind and bodies are entwined, where a captured look bleeds passion into your soul, where making love becomes a raging desperate battle. Like days of old when inside a cave a blazing fire would burn, man would take woman in every sense of the word with no poetic wizardry but giddying groans of ecstasy.
And then with the onset of summer…my love was gone. No reason, no rhyme. And I’d never felt pain quite like it. I thought I would die, I wanted to die. The hell turned days long, storms of emotion raged in on a tide that would suddenly without warning ease turning to calmer waters, where I’d sit and reflect and believe I was strong again.
And I am strong because I ride the crest of the wave still and yet remain standing. Though my tears fall and my heart aches, I raise my head and smile, I do so because I have escaped my life’s prison. Now I stand atop my mountain no longer the Hermit, no longer afraid of love and I hold my palm up and reach out.
Some might say the Hermit is crazy. I say like a seedling buried beneath the heavy weight of the earth, slowly but surely she struggles against the intolerable force and yet rises to meet the sun (so did I). Caressed by the love of the Gods, nurtured to life, a unique bloom unfolds to tease the honeybees and languish in the sun’s rays.
Life can be cruel and for those who are born with emotion flowing through their minds, their bodies, there is danger they will become an enigma that others choose to wound. Nature is my home, nature is my protector, when my tears fall it’s this wondrous beauty that is there to envelop me.
The skies turn grey, the winds rage and lightning strikes electric forks into the ground ~ that’s anger! The sun will rise, calming the storm and my smile will out because…I’m stronger and because my heart has known such love and holds such love for all…