Words of the afternoon light filtered through the window, glided across the sill, and slipped into the room. They met me where I sat. They asked me why they came in from the outside and not from my heart. I told them that since I didn’t originate them, they came in from some other source. But because I could sense them, I was able to have a conversation with them and help them on their way.
During our chat we covered a lot of ground. In a way, I could identify with those wandering bits of thought that passed through the window and into my house. They brought with them a perspective from another dimension – the realm of the surrounding unseen. To float through the air without physical texture, yet to have it all the same. That’s what those words were showing me – beyond just showing up to ask directions.
A refocusing of sorts occurred on both our ends. They were no longer wandering. I was no longer wordless. The meeting was good. We both benefited from it. They gained direction, and I gained this page full of their relatives.