The Ferryman declares victory
The Ferryman catches me up and lifts me into the air. For a moment I am completely airborne, my hair flying out in all directions. Then I am down and we are dancing, spinning, holding each other against the centrifugal pull and laughing, laughing.
It’s a harvest dance. There is bonfire, sparks flaring into the dark. There is music. And there is dancing.
I stop to catch my breath, pressing my hand to my heart. The celebration is maybe a little bit out of proportion. A lot of noise for something so small. I begin to feel sheepish. “I should probably go back to work. There’s a lot that needs doing.”
The Ferryman thinks I’m funny and splashes water at me. I splash him back. It isn’t long before we both go into the river.
Oh I am all rattly and glad. I am all shimmery and glittery and staccato.
It’s a launch!
The Spirit of Center, the infinite cycle in the stillness, has something to say about all this in the comments…