Light at the end of the tunnel
Destiny
awakens. Her almond shaped eyes blink
and then widen in shock. It’s so dark;
she cannot see. Where can she be? Then
very slowly her eyes become accustomed to the darkness and by slow steady
degrees Destiny begins to see shapes and her surroundings start to come into
focus. She is encased by thick bushes
with sharp thorns that threaten to dig into her delicate skin.
How… oh how did she arrive in this dreadful place, it’s a mystery. Then she recollects the storm. The continuous rain, wind, hail storm and the like, which seemed to come all at once. She remembers so well. It’s a miracle she is still alive, even if it did knock her unconscious.
Now she must try to escape this prison of thorns. Is it at all possible? She blinks some more to try to see more clearly and to find someway out. Each time she moves she is stabbed by the endless thorns that stand in her way. It seems an impossible task and the feeling of claustrophobia and panic start to engulf her. Surely there must be a way to find freedom!
Realising she is beginning she takes a deep breath as she must calm herself down in order to break free. Then as she does so she hears in the distance a sound. Could it be water trickling in a brook? Listening and bringing all her senses to the fore she confirms the direction of that delightful sound, and yes even more excitedly she spots a tiny hole of light. In fact there are numerous minute lights giving the illusion of a starlit night. Could this be the answer she has been seeking?
Destiny very, very carefully repositions herself to peak through one of the gaps to see whether it reaches all the way through the thicket. Yes it does! Her heart races at the thought of release. Can she just enhance the size a little; enough for her to crawl through? Tenderly and, what seems like an eternity, she untangles the prickly stems one by one with her long claw like nails. Slowly but surely she makes progress and successfully enlarges the tunnel. Now all she needs to do is roll herself up into the tightest and smallest ball possible and roll out. It takes a long time but she manages to do so. Now she needs momentum, so she rocks to and fro, to and fro until she has enough speed to spin through the tunnel to the other end. Then off she goes.
When Destiny emerges she finds herself in a wonderful and peaceful field covered in the most luscious green grass. Horses are grazing, and there are trees and flowers in blossom plus a brook which reflects rainbow images through the sunshine. The birds are singing in unison. Calmness is restored and Destiny can once more breathe again and be happy.
ALL IS GOOD IN THE WORLD ONCE MORE
