Slipping into meditation, I was taken to a meeting with an ancestor. I found myself standing by a shallow river on a sunny day. Across the river, a path leading through the forested grove adorning the banks. I could hear the river babbling along peacefully over the smooth round stones that popped up here and there and birds singing in and around me. I felt the warm summer sun on my skin and the coolness of the water as I stepped in to cross.

The stones on the riverbed were smooth under my bare feet, my toes gripping them slightly as the water rose too just under my knees. The bottom of the river seemed to glisten and sparkle up at me and I knew the path on the other side was going to lead me somewhere important. Observing myself I appeared just as I do today in this reality. Wearing a simple white summer dress that flowed eloquently around me in the water. As if the bottom of the dress were alive, itself. Dancing and kissing my skin in the peaceful flow of the river as I crossed.

Once on the other side I observed how old the forest seemed. Giant ancient trees, lush greenery with wildflowers struggling upwards to feel the sun. It was vibrating with energy and magic. As if Gaia herself was breathing through it. The path was soft moss and I continued ahead, seeing it open up into a clearing.

At the end of the path and in the cleared space stood one stone cottage, roof made of wooden logs and hay. A simple chimney with smoke peacefully billowing from it and an old oak door. I walk in as if I live there, no hesitation, not even a knock. On the inside a simple wooden rectangle table with chairs, a kitchen area with an old fire stove that had a white tea kettle on top steaming out the spout. A large pot bubbling at a low boil what smelled like an amazing beef stew of some sort. It was heavenly and my mouth watered in meditation. I heard a creak and looked to my right.

Ms. Earie (as I would later learn her name) was there by the large stone fireplace in a rocking chair. Her back to me, she was in simple clothes with a green knitted shawl draped across her shoulders. She was a short, stout, plump old woman from what I could tell, and her hair was red,curly and large, streaked with white. She was knitting, and I walked over to her.

“Hello Dear” she said calmly, in a thick Scottish accent. “Hello” I said and sat down in the other old rocking chair adjacent from her. She continued knitting and rocking away, a slight smile fixed on her chubby wrinkled face. I just sat there and observed her for a moment. The sunlight streaming through her wild hair from the window, the old worn green shawl, brown leather shoes that had seen better days, small hands and chubby fingers that surprisingly moved the needles with ease and grace.

Breaking the silence between us, still knitting, she says “Don’t worry so much, Deary. Aye, I know what it be like. Just always set him a place at the table, just in case.”

And with that she stops knitting, walks over to me and hands me what she was working away on. A handkerchief of some sort. I have no idea how she could have possibly knitted something so beautiful, soft and delicate feeling. Holding it, it felt like a soft silk that I have never experienced touching and was etched around the edges in an intricate embroidery of lace. In the middle a simple red heart.
“Doncha furget tha now. Tis Yours” and nods at the cloth she gave me. I stand up and follow her towards the kitchen area.
“Thank you, it’s so lovely. May I ask your name?”
“Earie. Ms. Earie, Dear. We’r all so prawd of you. Come, sit, eat”
I sit down and the table. She places a bowl of stew down in front of me, one for herself, and sets up an empty bowl and cup with a spoon across from me. Looking up, with glittering green eyes, she winks.

I come out of meditation.
Love & Light
Kelsey