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7. The Gift

Having fed the body, my soul was now experiencing and thrill it hadn’t it a long time. The brushes and paints were an old friend. My hands felt clumsy, however, my strokes uneven, but the colors were bright, cheerful and my mood brightened with each stroke. Oberon finally decided to settle in for a nap in the afternoon sun, and give us some peace and quiet and I got carried away with the paints, the colors and texture of the canvas made my thoughts run wild. I forgot about what insecurities I thought I had, about how good or bad I thought I was at this “art” thing, I just did. It was like my hands were being guided and I let them go. Each stroke took me deeper into a meditative state, each stroke became easier, bolder and my confidence rose.  My mentor, the artist who gave me the paints, encouraged me further, “Here, take this book. Your creativity needs other outlets as well.  You have passion within that needs to be released, you have hidden too long.”  She handed me a small notebook, only about four inches wide and five inches long. It was a green leather bound book, with a Celtic cross on the cover. The swirls of the Celtic pattern spoke to my soul and there were blank pages inside, begging to be written upon. “I want you to begin to journal your thoughts and dreams, I want your thoughts to become reality.”

My satchel was becoming full of interesting artifacts, how did they all fit together? Perhaps now that I can journal I can piece the puzzle together.

3. Discovery

The morning comes none too soon, the cave floor is hard and damp. My body and head ached from lack of sleep.  Even though I had tried to rest, the threat of the return of the dragon had occupied my mind all night long.  As the dawn slowly lit up the interior of my temporary haven, I notice the drawings on the cave wall, it looks like a map.  I can see the cave where I am now and the familiar shape of the river and the waterfall.  I also notice there are 5 stars drawn on the cave wall map and one located right where I am, the cave.  What did this mean?  The light from the morning was getting stronger and now I can clearly see.  I look around, there is nothing else drawn on the wall of the cave, I look on the ground and suddenly spy something.  There at the back of the cave covered in dust is a book!  Picking up the old leather bound book and wiping off the dust, I see that the cover is embossed with a picture of a flying dragon and the title reads: “Magickal Spells and Transformations”.

I pick up the book and study the cover, the dragon is beautiful and even though I had been chased last night by a dragon, the one on the cover of this book is amazing and entrancing. This dragon had been lovingly carved into the leather, each detail was evident, every scale visible, the long curving tail wrapped around the title and its strong wings were widespread.  It is a magnificent creature to behold.  I carefully open the ancient book.  Each page is handwritten with beautiful drawings of plants and animals.  The author of this magic book was very talented. Pressed between some of the pages, I find leaves and flowers of some of the plants mentioned in the book.  In the margins are notes that the author had evidently written to themselves to remember certain things or things not to do during the incantations.  As I scan through the book, I noticed that there are stars drawn on certain pages in the same handwriting as on the cave wall.  On the very last page of the book, I find the now familiar map.

1. Reflections

As I sit here on this rocky outcropping next to the waterfall, I feel the refreshing mist of the spray on my skin and the shade of the trees cools the air around me. Suddenly I hear a cry above, a shadow silhouettes the sun. I look up but it’s not the feathery wing of a bird, but a much larger wingspan, a leathery wing with sharp dangerous looking talons at each end. A serpentine tail flows like a kite behind the dragon that doesn’t see me yet.

Quickly I duck behind the boulder at the edge of the stream. I wait for the dragon to glide silently into the horizon of the setting sun.

Suddenly a glimmer appears in the quietly trickling stream. The sun has hit the water at just the right angle and it sparkles in my eyes. Catching my attention to the reflection in the water, I noticed there is something lying on the bottom of the river bed.

Checking to see if the dragon has decided to return and feeling safe that it has not, I wade into the stream. It’s not deep, only to my calves, but it’s icy cold and swiftly running. Carefully getting my footing I wade to the middle of the stream, there lodged between the bases of two boulders in the river bed I find the object of my search, the object reflecting the sunlight. It is difficult to grasp, its slick and slips through my fingers as they begin to freeze in the cold water. I need to get out of this stream soon. I’m so cold!

Finally, I feel it begin to give way, and I pull it from the water, its round but thin, shiny and about 3 inches in diameter. It looks a little like a mirror, but not exactly. It’s got clear blue tinges of color. It seems to be made of some sort of crystal. But, when I look at it I can see my reflection, I see myself and the sky above. Is there a shadow over me? I turn around quickly, but there is nothing there. Maybe it’s my imagination.

It begins to get late, I’m cold and wet. I have to find shelter. I need to make camp somewhere safe and out of sight from the dragon. I want to study this disk more closely. This disk, this strange object gives me tingles, every time I look at it I seem to see myself a little differently each time. Every time I look into the disk I see more than I expected, the landscape changes behind me as well. What’s going on?

Photo: Lair of the Bear Park, Gunnison, Colorado. Photography by Candace Stauber, 2015