“So what are you today?” he asked. “Ocean, storm, morning dew, or something entirely new?”
She smiled, dark and depth of her eyes in brighten at pose and phrasing of the question.
“New,” she answered one-worded and plain.
“And what is that?” he asked in follow.
“Me,” giggle slipped in speak of the say. Smile spread in show, “whole and completely me!”
She felt a levity to the speak and say knowing it was true. For so much and often of life, it was not something—if said—she would have believed. But now, she did.
It was more than therapy ever achieved. It was something, like whole and true of her, entire and completely new—gift and bless of peace in soul when such is truly attained in arrive.
She was spirit more than body, though body was something too, and after all her cells and life and atoms changed—her spirit would remain.
Eternal of the spirit, evanescence of the rest, she gave her spirit greater time and, by, her life became more full: a transcendence when one lives in spirit and not fixed on limits and change of mortal state—magic-essence of the spirit-life.
In her merriment of mood in moment, she felt the magic then: magnetic and the playful charm of two spirit-lives attracted and closer drawn.
