Stiff as a Board

As the drum begins, I stand in my journey space. I want to learn, master, practice deeper states of stillness. I am terrified of being still. It doesn’t feel safe. I invoke the dragon Herne who appears as a giant illuminated stag. He walks towards me placing his forehead to my forehead staring deeply into my eyes saying nothing. He motions for me to get on his back. Sitting on his back I notice there is another version of me standing on the ground nearby. It is Fear. Offering out my hand I motion for her to join me. She grabs my arm swinging her leg over the stag’s back settling directly behind me. I can feel there is a part of me stuck somewhere. She feels hard and stiff. I ask Fear if she knows where this part of me is. Fear moves through me now sitting in front and me behind. She whispers into Herne’s ear and we are off. We walk and walk and walk until an Egyptian sarcophagus comes into view. We dismount to get a closer look. It is standing up right large and looming. I open it only to see myself. Mummified, I am stiff and shriveled. I pick myself up out of the tomb. In my arms lays a stiff as a board version of myself. I am unsure what to do. A picture of the healing pool comes to mind. I imagine us at the pool and immediately we are at the water’s edge. We wade into the waters to hopefully rehydrate this dehydrated version. The healing waters of the pool begin to sink into my skin filling my flesh back out. When the rehydration reaches a certain point dehydrated Shelly opens her eyes taking a giant gasp of air. She looks around confused. I reassure her. The water delights her and she begins to swim around. She dives underneath the surface saying the prayer, I am sorry, please forgive me, I love you, thank you. Then swims directly under me and into me blending and melding until we are one. Herne delivers us back to the beginning which is also the end.