The Seeker

As she entered her cave this time she took notice of her clothing. She was attired as a Native American maiden. Seeing this, she began to dance joyfully around the entry room, her arms flung out to the spirits. She spun and hopped and skipped and spun. Then she shed her clothing and bathed in the shallow cold pool that was once again in the corner of the room. She dipped water up with her hands and let it run down her body. Quickly she stepped out of the pool and, without donning her clothing again, proceeded through a doorway and down the path to the lower levels of the cave.

Soon she came upon another pool. This one, unlike the first pool, was very deep and bathtub warm. She stepped into the pool and floated there a while. Once again, she stepped out of the water and silently padded onward down the path.

At the end of the path she entered a steam room. It was very hot and the air was saturated with moisture. She proceeded through this room and exited out the other side.

She found herself on a carpet of soft, damp, green moss. She lay down and closed her eyes. She spoke to her body, instructing it to relax – one piece at a time. Her body relaxed, she began to rearrange it. Now her body was a library.

Each piece of her was a book. Her head was a book, her neck was a book. Her arms were made of books. Since she loves to read, she decided to read some of those books.

She selected her right foot. She read the book of her right foot. This book was all about being tired…It was a story of bearing a lot of “weight” and of going forward, then back, then forward, then back. No wonder it was a story of fatigue.

She then selected the book that was the lower part of her left leg. Immediately upon opening the book a face flashed before her eyes. It appeared merely for a micr-second-too fast for her to hang on to the features. It was a man – that much she had seen. That much and no more. She looked at the book, wanting to read and find out who the face belonged to. But there was a problem – the pages were old and yellowed. There were large sections of pages missing. She could not read the book.

She thanked the books and rearranged herself back to her more usual human form.