Initiations
It is dark here. There is no sound and I am weightless, floating. I am holding hands with another person, much larger than myself. My mother. Together we stretch wide in a great curve formed by our bodies. They told me I'd feel constricted, that I'd both be alone and not alone, but all there is now is this vast suspended moment, and the weight of water.
I notice the quality of the dark beginning to change, there are variations, liquid shadows. I feel us moving, the slightest sway propelling us upwards, ever so gently, with the slowness of seaweed waving back and forth.
Higher and higher, lighter and lighter, till suddenly at full stretch our fingers disentangle and I am propelled through an invisible barrier and I am suddenly flying, cool, bathed in golden light and above me outstretched I see arms extending.
Below me, I see her face gazing up and realise we are once again separated by tide and time's collision.
I notice the quality of the dark beginning to change, there are variations, liquid shadows. I feel us moving, the slightest sway propelling us upwards, ever so gently, with the slowness of seaweed waving back and forth.
Higher and higher, lighter and lighter, till suddenly at full stretch our fingers disentangle and I am propelled through an invisible barrier and I am suddenly flying, cool, bathed in golden light and above me outstretched I see arms extending.
Below me, I see her face gazing up and realise we are once again separated by tide and time's collision.
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