She sunk back into the sand with closed eyes, noticing the sensation of the sun’s warmth on her eyelids, watching the kaleidoscopic world within.

Before she knew it, those geometric shapes behind her eyelids morphed themselves into the wolf in the forest.

Again.

He was always popping in to show the way. He spoke few words, but the wisdom he imparted was immense.

On this day he showed her the way through the forest to a clearing with a fire already lit, and a guitar leaning against a log. He turned to her and telepathically said, Enjoy.

So she picked up the guitar and played all day. She sung all night. And she became the spirit of the forest.

And then she sat down and wept.
And cried
And spilled
And overflowed
All the things she could not.

And then she sighed.
And looked up at the sky
And felt immense gratitude.
For it had been there all along –
Her presence and essence and luminescence
had never disappeared.
Instead she had allowed the presence and essence and luminescence
of others to bury her own.

Never again, she said with a breath
of excitement that reminded her
of Home.