Silence and Spirit lived together once upon a time.
Spirit's favourite thing was to hold hands with Silence, gather itself and soar outward, through the blood and bones of its body, to meet all manner of life in embrace.
Silence loved the push and pull, the ebb and flow, of pulse in Spirit's hand.
In between Spirit's heartbeats, Silence spiraled towards a great sense of wholeness with itself and with all things.
In those days Spirit and Silence were joy filled.
When Spirit was raging and its body was filled with talking, laughing and doing, Silence was able to feel the rich life in between each moment. If Spirit ever tried to move too fast, Silence would squeeze Spirit's hand and Spirit would understand and let Silence lead the way for a time.
When Silence was deeply still and its body was filled with the connection in quiet between all things, Spirit was able to feel the rich life in each moment. If Silence ever tried to be too slow, Spirit would squeeze Silence's hand and Silence would understand and let Spirit lead the way for a time.
Most of the time, Spirit and Silence lived, traveled and breathed together in wonder and love at all they saw and did. But as time flowed on, Spirit began to loosen its grip on Silence's hand and Silence started to forget how to squeeze Spirit's fingers.
While Spirit and Silence were still aware of each other and the joy of breathing together, they began to hold hands less and less and it was not to long until one day when they didn't hold hands at all!
Soon holding hands was something that Spirit had far too little time for in days full of exploring, jumping, and dancing.
It was about that time that Silence became so bent on being still and finding joy inside itself that hand holding seemed like nothing but a worthless distraction.
So Silence and Spirit lived their lives searching in their own ways. They felt happy but often even at the best of times there was a feeling of emptiness that they couldn't quite figure out. Sometimes that feeling made them sad or angry but more often then not it was just there, inside them.
Occasionally, something would happen in their lives that would remind them of their longing for each other. In times like that, they would strive to remember how to hold hands. Sometimes their fingers would intertwine to support each other but more often than not Spirit and Silence would just feel an ache. Most of the time they found relief, but not joy, by trying to fill their longings with more of themselves.
One day Silence was sitting on a rock by the sea, feeling quiet and adrift. Silence yearned to feel invigorated and passionate about the rock pools around, or the rock itself, or anything really, but all Silence felt was still. It was a wonderful stillness, so deep between the crash of the waves it could hear the nothing of all things. Still, Silence was not satisfied and yearned for more. Silence was sitting for so long, going deeper and deeper that Silence's bum froze to the rock!
Silence's bum was so cold from being still that it burned! Ouch - Silence felt! In feeling, Spirit was all of a sudden there, reminding Silence how to move to keep warm.
Instinctively, Spirit took Silence's hands and rubbed them in Spirit's own. And with the back and forth motion heat came. With the ebb and flow of the waves around and the slow warmth spreading from the repetitive motion of Spirits rubbing, Silence began to remember the feel of joy in between the pulse in Spirit's hand. At that moment, all the memories of connection flooded in and Silence and Spirit held each other and were in awe. Wonder filled them. They went on to live in joy, together.
