Aimea Approach the Light

Adana at the Beginning

part of: The Wanderers

by The Archives of Raynah

by Orriana, Nightwandering Deznahdorean of the Twenty-third Generation

The moonlight rained down on the bare hill top, well, it was really a mound rising up by the dawn-side of the Diving Pond. Grassy swards ran under dense patches of trees. The roses of late May were in bloom, the honeysuckle climbing trunk and fence, wild violets splashed their late night shy here and there.

Wanderers come to this place from all parts of Ireland to walk, to watch and be watched, to find their loves among the grasses.

There she stood on the bare hill top, her friend beside her. They had come here to do work in the quiet of night. She felt the call to be seen.

Listening with every nerve, she sat down, began the spiral motions leading her inward, breathed deeply, exhaled completely.

The night air unfurled inside her lungs, speaking of the distant ocean, the time when she caught six frogs at dawn when she was four, wakefulness among the sleepful, dreaming. Her friend moved beside her, lost inside her own intimate realms, reaching as well.

In the distance, she felt someone approach, felt they were aware she was there. She had been right to come here tonight.

He moved down among the trees next to the Pond, his dog companion attentive to the world of scents among the grasses, scanning their labyrinthine territories passionately for clues.

She rose into the headstand, compensating minutely for the uneven terrain beneath her head, hung there for a long while, feeling the fluids in her body race earthward, leave her feet, legs, and hips; empty into her chest, her head. When she was ready, she melted down onto her soft working sheet, legs curled underneath her. Her friend, following, did the same. Breathing, her spine expanding out minutely, exhaling, her abdomen contracting, massaging nerves, organs, whole mind, she felt whoever it was out there watching, assessing, wondering.

A strange voice entered her awareness, “...and there she is with her beautiful friend.”

“He searches your form for clues,” her heart concluded. “Let him. Continue with your ways and let him. It is his way.”

Accustomed to following the promptings of this best of inner friends, she obeyed, continued her work, rose, balanced her whole body on her palms, hips rising, thighs on upper arms, hanging in mid-air, feeling the muscles in her forearms, shoulders, belly contract deeply, press down against gravity, compress her nerves in the firm embrace they craved, then she came earthward, created a long opening, a stretching, a release of her neck, arms and shoulders completely as she rose and hung down over her knees, hands clasped behind her back….sighing sweetly inside.

Laying down to rest and resonate, the moon entered in, the night song of crickets, the crackling of leaves in the wind, the crunching of grass beneath her, the thumping of her heart, the thick, red seas of her blood rushing down from the font of her heart to thrust through her ears, her forearms, the soles of her feet, her whole body!

“Relax, regard, release,” the inner chant came softly, arising unexpectedly.

She let it unwind through her tissues for a long while.

He wandered, apparently aimlessly with his dog, toward the dusk-side of the Pond. Drawn, she rose, began to walk, unconsciously following him.

Somewhere off to the far north, well beyond the margins of the Pond grounds, she heard others approaching. Her friend still lingered on the hill top, journaling now. “No doubt filling pages and pages with dense, intricate poetry,” she smiled to herself. “How does she see to write in the dark?”

She wandered aimlessly, letting her feet take her wherever they wanted to go, exploring, releasing. She felt the approach of a mind brilliant as the sun on the desert sands at high noon. It echoed strongly through the stillness of her nerves, causing her to look up from her reverie. She noticed a man gleaming in the moonlight, off in the distance. She had been singing to herself, but this subsided into watching, as their trajectories drew close.

She saw he was with a dog. It did not bark, did not stray far from its companion, even as it ranged side to side, exploring the world beneath its feet.

“What a serious, focused creature that dog is,” she registered in the back regions of her brain.
“Attentive and scanning,” for some reason the thought continued, “just like the man beside him.” Tangentially she wondered, “Could I be like that for anyone—encompassing them with alert attention to all the things they do not see, noting, warning, guarding, loving them with absolute loyalty?”

Her body answered for her, “for the right person, indeed!”

“The right person?” she laughed to herself. “I wonder what that means for me?”

The dog had noticed her. Feeling playful, she started to reach herself out to it, call it over.

She felt the man react instantly, sharply. He spoke no word, but the dog felt him, immediately abandoned its approach to her, returned to his side, began to ignore her. This startled her at first, but then she felt, somehow knew, the man didn’t want the dog to become a link between them, wasn’t ready to encounter her in that way just yet—but he did smile at her, a whole galaxy of suns opening suddenly, briefly, then he turned, motioned to the dog, walked away, his mind closing, projecting off in another direction altogether.

She got the distinct feeling he had seen her before, had hoped to see her here on this night.

“Well, the moonlight certainly does put strange notions into your heart,” her mind instructed caustically.

“Be patient,” some other part of her started to say, when she saw her friend coming toward her. Then, off in the distance she heard the sound of hooves. Shortly, a group of men appeared over the rim of a distant, high moor, rode down toward the Pond. The sun-man and his dog moved toward them. She noticed one of the riders, a man with a sharp face and flowing white hair, was leading a riderless horse. It was a glorious appaloosa, white and black splotches defining its superb, muscular form.

The sun-man loped up, swung up onto the appaloosa’s back, grabbed the reins, wheeled the horse around and looked back toward her.

Their eyes met for a long moment. She felt his interest in the midst of a deep inner reserve. Her gaze seemed to pierce him deeply, then he whirled about. He and his friends rode off over the brow of the moor and disappeared into the distance, the dog trotting behind them.

She knew they would meet again soon.