“I have made a pact with the night, I have felt it softly healing me.”
~ Aimé Césaire
Here in Arizona it’s harder to sleep that I would have imagined.
I think that night is helping you, but it’s sending me mad.
Each night I go to bed, exhausted, ready, eyes already closing.
Each night, just as sleep comes, just as I surrender, you appear.
A woman in worn boots, dusty skirts, hair in dark braids already laced with a little silver.
The story you are trying to share with me.
Some crazy fragment of a dream, or a life, or a thought.
Nothing making sense yet.
A few frames of a silent movie.
Or sound, but no images.
Moving from camp to camp, hut to track, always pushing on, always afraid.
Three women, your horses, and always, the intensity of your fear.
Secrets.
Snatches of thought or conversation.
Things that make no sense at all.
Like a bear in your camp, or hiding a baby in a rocky outcrop, or a rider with a gun who strikes terror in your heart.
Then, suddenly, I am thrown back up into the land of wakefulness. Adrenalin pumping, heart racing, eyes wide.
An hour or two later I fall back asleep and it starts again.
Who are you?
When will this stop?
This is wonderful. NOT that you are having nightmares and unable to sleep well, but what you have written. It is hauntingly beautiful somehow, and draws me in. I keep coming back to read it again. I see the pictures in my head. Probably different pictures than the ones you are seeing, but you have described them into my brain. There is no fear attached, just intrigue. It’s like beginning to read a book and wondering where the story will take me. Thank you. (And I hope you find peaceful sleep soon) <3
Hi Nicole,
When I read your email, this is what I was told…
You don’t need to know the story. The ladies are long ‘passed’ (but don’t know it’ )…. help them go to the light…..
Enjoy your visit there – a wonderful part of the world.
King regards. Carolyn Nolan