Three women stood in the crystal cave. It was a sacred place, beautiful, a prism of iridescent colors. It was quiet the echo of their breathing the only sound. They each stood by a tall stone that had called to them. The calmness of the cave sinking into them, easing their tension, giving them a sense of peace.
The oldest woman looked to the others, read something in their faces and nodded. Her serene facade cracked as she raised her trembling hand. Hesitating for long seconds before she finally lowered her hand on to the stone. Colors spread from her hand, gold, green, blue the essence of her flowing into the stone. Like a ripple effect the colors spread from that single stone into the rest of the cave. Until the room was waves of blue, gold and green, the floor, the walls, the crystals hanging from the ceiling.
It was breathtaking, they all looked around stunned, their bodies awash in the vibrant colors dancing through the room. Thankful tears fell from her eyes, a smile of pure joy spreading across her face, her soul in all it’s beauty there to see. Her eyes caught her daughters and her smile broke, her face crumpling.
Black started to seep into the stone, like ink in water it billowed out, swallowing up the soothing colors of her soul. The room sparkled with her dark grief, the walls vibrating with the agony drowning her soul. Red bled through the black, bursts of rage cracking some of the crystals, shattering others. Wind picked up a howling mourning keen that buffeted them. The walls trembled under the power of her sadness, her rage, the unending grief eating her up inside. The swirls of colors flowing from her into the crystals, creating a kaleidoscope of tragedy.
Faster and faster the colors whirled, louder and louder the wind howled. The walls trembled with the power of her emotions, the sound of crystal walls cracking a feral shriek. Each of their faces twisted with their own grief. A shared grief, a deep unending grief for two of them. With a final explosion of blinding color and a wailing scream, the cave went silent, the colors disappeared. Body trembling, skin pale, the mother took several deep breaths. Wiped the tears from her face, smiled lovingly at her daughter and nodded to the youngest woman.
The youngest woman took a deep breath, looked to both women for support and gently laid her hand on her stone. She closed her eyes tight, body trembling with her emotions. A soft wind blew against her face, a deep note flowed through the cave. The sound had her opening her eyes, blinking at the wonder flowing from her. Purple, gold, green swirled through the cave, dancing through the crystals, shooting like sparks up through the floor. The breeze a soft caress, the note a calming, welcoming, joyful sound. She smiled her face etched with peace, she looked to the other women sharing her soul smile. Her eyes shown at the mother who smiled softly in return. Then her eyes locked on the other woman, who had tears running down her face and a tired but peaceful smile gracing her lips.
Her hand clenched on the stone, gray smoke weaved through the purple, gold and green, muting their shining colors. The wind picked up, the note climbed higher taking on an anguished tone. The smile dropped from her face, her body shuddering with her grief, her heartbreak. Dark maroon bled through the grey, a violent fight of swirls and starburst. Her grief fighting with her rage, the emotions that were choking her, crippling her. The walls trembled, the ground shook, crystals popped, slivers of them falling like raindrops.
The ceiling lit up with deep blue lightning, thunder claps of her soul note climbing higher, the sound making the ears ache, the heart jerk. Her grief raged black and grey colliding with dark maroon, the wind howled, the ceiling of the cave a strobe light of her sadness. She fell to her knees, hunched over, her mouth open in a silent scream. Mirroring the sound of her soul notes agony as it rose higher and higher.
Another wall cracked under the power of unleashed emotions. Crystal black tears of grief fell in a room swallowed up in dark blue, the depth of her sadness touchable. For long moments the room raged, her soul note screamed, the wind ripping through some of the crystals. Then with a sigh the note died, the lightning blinked out, the last crystal raindrops fell onto the fading blue.
Long moments of muffled sobbing echoed through the cave as the youngest gave into her grief. The mothers hiccupings gasps of pain and loss a mournful counterpoint. Both women stopped trying to hold it in, push it away, tell themselves later. They let go, let the grief have free rein, the sound of their sobs climbing, echoing harshly off the cracked crystal walls. The mother and youngest lost in their tears, the pain flowing through them like lava. Changing who they were, who they would be for the rest of their lives.
A soft glow began to fill the cave, a light you could see through closed eyes. A sound so pure rang out, stealing the breath at its beauty. The sparkle of white, gold and pink was blinding in its enchantment. The daughter stood, her frail body strong once again, her face no longer creased with pain, but wonder and life. Her eyes alight with the love pouring from her, spreading through the cracked walls, sparking off chipped crystals. The sound climbed and dropped a dance of wordless bliss. A soft breeze gently touched the women, offering a soothing moment. The room grew brighter and brighter, the colors weaving, a harmonious flow that was spellbinding.
The daughter looked to the mother and the light grew brighter the pink deepening throbbing like a heart. The stones around the mother vibrated with the love pouring through them. The wind fluttered around the mother, playing in her hair, kissing her cheek. The sound hummed and crooned, softness, happiness, a daughters love for her mother. The sound echoed and flew, running over the skin, sinking into pores. Piecing back together the broken heart of her mother. They smiled, a timeless moment of speaking soul to soul, gold, green and blue joined the white, pink and gold. Part of each of their souls, tucked safely away, forever a part of each of them.
The lights grew brighter, blinding, sparks flowing through the air, as the daughter looked to the youngest. The sound changed a layer of sadness adding to the depth, the beauty of it. The gold deepened and swirled around in the crystals closest to the other woman. The pink sparkled like kisses in the air. The breeze like a hand running over her head, down her arm, squeezing her hand.
The youngest woman kneeled, tears dripping from her chin, her eyes unblinking as she watched the dance of soul light. The wordless love felt for her sinking into her. Felt the unbreakable connection strengthen, become part of her spirit, the pink, gold and white merging with her purple, gold and green. The soft wind cocooned her as the sound once again sang to her, beckoned her to believe, to let herself heal.
The woman smiled softly at the youngest then looked up to the ceiling, the waves of her soul colors brightening. The sound of her pure soul going higher, making the crystals shake, the walls tremble with her flawless beauty. No darkness tainted her colors, no red of rage, or black of grief.
The white grew, a shimmering haze filling the air as the wind picked up skipping from wall to wall. The sound danced and rejoiced, embedding itself into the stones into the other women. The white became blinding, stunning the eyes, stealing the breath with it’s infinite grace . The sound rose higher, crystals reforming, cracked walls rejoining. A flash of blinding light and the cave went dark, her soul sound echoing her laughter and joy at being free. The pure love of her forever a part of the other women.
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