Letters to Yara ~ Light

This is the last of seven articles in the collection
Letters to Yara
my personal take on the hero’s journey.

To you,
Forever,
from me to you,

How things have changed…
At last we were permitted a peek through the dark veil that’s lain over us; today we caught a glimpse of clear skies. We welcomed the patch of emerald blue with cheers of delight. And watched, mesmerized, as from on high a beam of golden light shone down across the horizon.
A good omen, for where light shows, light grows.
We’ve been wishing for the day, absent of clouds, for a long time.

Do you notice the difference in my writing?
I have reclaimed a steady hand, free of tremble.
And with time passed, I now find myself in possession of the script that lays bare the intricacies of the tumultuous play I partook in.
As a spectator in the crowds, witnessing the protagonists transformation:

My body chiseled by mother nature’s shaping forces. My legs grown strong.
Swiftly carrying me forward with determined steps. I now welcome the challenge of pushing up the hills, and enjoy gravity’s pull as we rally down the other side.
Heat, wind, sand and dust still attack ceaselessly, but hardly inflict pain anymore; I brush them off like flies on a summers day.
I blend into the environment. Absorbing the danger it exudes. Letting the waves of the wilderness crash around me, while I stand strong amidst the storms. With newfound hunger for exploration, each new day, I set out to best them.
There’s a roaring fire ablaze in my heart.
A slumbering strength awakened.
Fierce and very powerful.
Ready to shatter the perils that stand in the way.

I look around and sense there is something stirring in the group. We found our voices again, and grow bolder. Filling the air with songs and sound, we let the world know we are still here.
Alive.
Mauling through the woods, ravishing new pathways through the demonic landscape.
We fend off the bites of the wilderness, and breach through the scrub, we raise our hands to evil skies and roar victoriously. The beastly savage within, unleashed. With our garments torn and bloody, we come out the other side. In no way unscathed, but changed.
Stronger.
Reaching a state of absolute ability.
Synergizing mind, rock, body, and stone.

The sun warms the body. Catching the rays of the early morning light. Charging my cells.
Lethargy evaporates. And through my new armor, waves of light spring from my chest. Radiating outwards. Far reaching and bright, swallowing natures attempts to bring me down.

The change has not gone unnoticed…
Yes, for long I shunned this biting world. But I no longer stumble woeful in the back of our regiment. I’ve joined the front of the line, setting the pace. The look in my comrades eyes has shifted, from pity to awe. I am sought out for advise.
For they too sense that I can see. Not only into my own truths, but into theirs as well; I am now the witness to the ripple effects caused through generations of pain and harm done to them.
Behind their eyes I see the sting of their demons too.
Yet now can I offer them words, and a helping hand. To allay their fears and ease their minds.

I glance over my shoulder, into the past, and see what was hidden before;
That all must shatter and break,
crash, crumble and fall,
so better things can fall together.

There’s a peculiar thing, I concern myself with; the ground we walk on has not changed. But my perception of its capacity to carry me has taken on a different meaning entirely.
From being attached with no more than a thin umbilical chord of fragile hope, floating away from the surface… to being firmly rooted, connected, and receiving the earths energy through my feet.
Unlearning everything I knew.
Like a snake shedding its skin. In order to grow, it must first let go of the redundant. A rebirth through the inevitable ecdysis taking place. Understanding that plunging into the darkest pit of despair, was the only way through.

I’ll admit, reluctantly, that on occasion I do miss the bliss of ignorance. The memories of what seemed a simpler time.
But my heart tells me these are sentiments belonging to a past sense of self. Within I know, there is no way back.
From here on, there is only going forward.
Or maybe I have always been en route, and was this simply the destined path to be walked all along?
It appears however, the poles have realigned. There is bearing to my personal compass again; my true north.
Treading the pathway to mystical transformation, part of the universe’s greater plan.
And now, my vision is clear.

Wholeheartedly I embrace the light. The glance at clearer skies brings thoughts of greener pastures and the taste of freedom.
With the shadows lifting I find strength in speaking my deepest desires.
I want to know; how is it you fare, my love?
In loving kindness I wish to thank you, for that which I am hardly able to put into words; the cathartic release I have been blessed with in writing to you.
Through ink and paper I felt your presence. As my guardian angel, alongside me always. Watching over…
I long for your embrace and pour my undying love into you.
To have our hearts melt into one.

And even though you and I may still be a thousand miles apart,
And even though there is no telling when the journey will end,
Know that I am home now.
I have found the home within myself.
Maybe it was there all along,
but I just didn’t hold the key.

Eternally yours,
Me