Speak to me of….memories?

Walking along the beach, I noticed a female shape in front of me that made my heart race! It’s her! Then as I got nearer, nope, someone else. Good thing too, because my mind blanked out, except for a couple cheap “Hi, how are you?” phrases.

My thoughts  went back to the day I answered an ad…structural integration, it was called….that I saw posted in a Health Store.

I could try to censor these immediate thoughts and yet there is something about ‘flow’….and seeing what gets uncovered by just observing that past, as it pushes itself into the ‘now‘!
……so, I remember going for my appointment…

….she opened the door, smiling brightly, showing immediate interest….no, it felt more like recognition.
I was about to ask where we had met before, but that is really such an old ‘line!’  I stifled my thoughts and decided to just be present to why I was there. She was a body-worker and I was looking for ways to energize my exercise regimen.

Flowing hair, with a touch of silver, shining in the sunlight coming through the high windows set in the sloping wall, her eyes were analyzing, comparing, checking for imbalances, misalignments, and all the while she was moving…..catlike…..sensual-like….around the room.

Her space was filled with the soft sound of familiar music. Was it from somewhere in Tibet or other far-eastern influence? I could hear the gentle tones of singing bowls. It provided a hint of something other-worldly.

A light scent of herbs and essences added a deeper dimension to her presence. Then I saw why….in one corner of the room were laid out the trappings of the shaman……interesting woman she was!

On the far wall, painted in a metallic-bronze frame, was an indistinct, seated, undraped body, captured in tints of browns and golden hues. The form in the picture became clear! It was she, her back to the room, yet the slender neck and shoulder length hair, flecked with lustrous sheen, was indisputable.

I definitely knew her from somewhere….from when and where is a mystery. Was it some kind of bond that already exists between those who are traveling similar life paths?
I stored the thought away for another time,  in my ever growing mental library of unexplained life incidents!

Moving the clock a few years ahead from that day, past many sessions of truly miraculous body alignments, etc. she and I becoming walking companions, determining that anything more was reserved for separate explorations… as we created our separate lives.
Now, among my endless scraps of notes, I found…..

‘How deeply can one’s soul be touched by intimate conversations with a walking companion?
It’s an interesting inquiry and to whom does this question speak? To the writer or the companion?
If the writer, then out of which eyes does one look to see the unfolding?
We have many selves in our ‘creative us.’
We must get each one to speak of spiritual quests…at this point with her, it is from a distance….or is it a closeness?….of memories.

I have an unfulfilled hunger for more of those spiritual explorations…..something my soul is urging me to question or move past, seeking its next form of expression. The question is always “With whom then?”

But there was more. I see pieces of my soul in attempted poetry….

We came together as if to dance
To music only we could hear
Rhythm bold, my life in a trance
Perfect timing I thought, to have her near,
Forever, the time with her I could spend, but
Only she…knew how our dance would end.

…………and she was gone………to find her soul mate, she said.

I still notice a quick intake of breath whenever I catch a glimpse of long flowing hair….with silver sparkling in the light.

Rich