CONVERGENCE: An Integration
Wander along the annals of time
and across the skin of the earth...
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Witness the intersection of many lives
through the mind of one.
Excerpt from Convergence
An old old woman with long, thick silver hair sits beside a blazing fire as still and quiet as the stones that encircle her. A weathered brown cloak hangs heavy on her back having been unwrapped from her bodice earlier that evening.
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She sits alone gazing into the fire with a decorated wooden staff and a full water skin at her side. She has seen laughter in those flames all throughout the many years, and sorrow as well. But it is the potential that holds her attention tonight. This night she will stoke the fire of that potential and tell the story of its birth, its obscuration, and its eventual fulfillment. This night will be her final task; this one last weaving.
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Of all the stories she has borne – and there have been many – these, the stories she will weave tonight, the ones living inside the flames already – move in slow motion, congregating on the axis of one story.
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She can sense that this telling is not the ordinary swallowing of time. This telling is an animation, an illumination, the lifting up of a truth meant for all to access. She will tell the last telling so that a lantern hangs in the sky for all to bear witness...and for those who are ready, to follow.
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She glances toward the horizon as the glowing white orb of night peers over its edge. Honeyed light fades on the opposite skyline, following the sun like a loyal friend. A soft autumn wind stirs and stretches out across the earthen floor whispering softly, “It is time.” Stunted and dense coiled trees stand watch as the stars reply in the flickering cadence of light known to their kind, “We are here.” And the wind stills.
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