A pile of skeleton keys lies on a railroad tie that’s covered with moss and sitting in the woods. There are no railroads on this island, so I must assume that the tie is driftwood which simply came in with the tide one day long ago. It’s tricky. It’s a message for sure. The question is, are they keys to the next levels I need to unlock to further my forest education? Or do they represent the levels I have already unlocked?
I didn’t bother to take the keys; I left them there. I know they won’t be there tomorrow, so the
temptation was great to just pick them up.
However, I resisted. The keys I have
already earned are mine and can’t be taken away. I have the key to the growth of seeds and the
ocean tides. I have the key to the
brilliant sun and the northern gales. I have
the key to the other vision. I have
unlocked the door of the oneness of everything.
I have the key to the power of words and the construction of thought. The keys I have yet to earn will come slowly
with work. Nothing is handed to us.
The fairies are testing me.
They want to see if I’m foolish enough to unlock a door that I have not
yet been prepared to unlock. When I was
younger, I would have done so. But now, I
will wait. Every stage of life must be
unlocked with the proper key. First we
have to find it, and then we have to dare to use it.
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Skeleton keys on an old railroad tie. |