It is not true that we can not change a past..
It is not true that what is in the past is finished
A young girl sparkles in front of eyes of a mature woman
The woman looks deep into her , into stories of the girl that she didn't end
She looks at many changes the girl did
Many brave decisions
Many determinated changes of action
The girl thought she ended stories
The mature woman knows it is not true...
The woman looks at two dreams of the girl
One is a dream of love
Second a nightmare of violence
Dream of love is still beating
Like and abandoned animal with no food or water
Like a forgotten christmas pet
The dream pulses with promises of maternity
family life
fullfilment
hopes
songs
The woman sees how the dream is connected to a nightmare
Nightmare actually takes to much place in a girl so that dream can't really attach to her Being
The nightmare is much more blank than years ago
Yet still it inhabits girl's womb
It is a silent habitant living in hidden corners of girl's spirit
Woman sees that the girl understands the nightmare
The mature woman rocks back and forward
She swings between times
She changes into a Snake
She slides between generations and family lines of a girl
She smells
She recognizes connections
She sees a Power of Choice and Decisions
She slides through a mystery of human experience
The girl wakes up
She cannot sleep
She sences that she needs to heal her past and mourn her relationship
She makes decisions prepares ceremonies searches for healing
Under her bed there glows a snake skin
A woman looks at the bright sky..
She remembers how one night she senced something that disturbed her sleep when she was a younger girl
Now she understands how this changed her..
