(Separated from Part 11)
The Seeker joined the folks of the village for the morning meal. She found it difficult to say goodbye. They were, after all, truly good and devout of faith. And though she would always be drawn to this village, knew she would always be welcome here, she was certain her destiny lay along a different path.
As she made her way out of the village toward the mountain range that rose to the east, the Seeker paused to wave goodbye to two village children sitting in the meadow. Caught up gazing into the beautiful warmth of the morning sun, they did not see her at first. The Seeker marveled as she lifted her eyes to the heavens where a red-gold rose appeared to bloom in the center of the sun, it’s rays casting out the signs of the zodiac just as the moon had done the night before she had left the temple. This world belongs to such innocents as they, she thought. Simple, creative, true to themselves and willing to trust their inner spirits. Her heart stirred as she felt their freedom settle in her soul.
It was then she noticed the dozens of butterflies fluttering about them. She gasp in delight drawing the children’s attention. As they turned and waved, several of the beautiful creatures left the others and winged their way to the Seeker. She was startled as one of the delicate creatures came to rest on her shoulder and in the faintest of whispers spoke words of grace into her ear. “Blessed are you, Seeker, a child of the Creator! Do not fear to be filled with wonder and a love of mystery and mankind! Stay true to the calling in your heart. Let none say your search is in vain. Go in peace.”
Standing there amidst the hovering cloud of wings, the Seeker’s spirit suddenly felt light with innocence and tears filled her eyes. Butterflies, she knew, were symbolic of transition, and she had no doubt she was in that process herself.
© Cheryl D. Carter
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