The Healing Room
You open your eyes. You stand on smooth grey stones. Brilliant light dances like sparks across the lake before you. A gentle voice speaks; does the voice reach you from across the expanse of those bright waters or is it the water itself speaking to you?
As the voice fades, a round stone now sits in your hand. You watch as it begins to glow. It hovers, becoming transparent, hitting your chest and vanishing like smoke. You feel new weight, now part of your body. You feel warmth spread from your heart, outwards. You walk slowly along the water’s edge, pausing to look at the path behind you, then toward the horizon ahead.
Indigenous voices and visions
Lost
Abandoned
Discarded
Forgotten
