The playful breeze brought her out of her centre, not because it was a distraction. Living with her three roommates/BFF meant she was used to meditating in the midst of chaos. Once she had even found her centre whilst there was a class three hurricane blowing. It was a number of subliminal messages that penetrated her subconscious and forced her conscious mind to take note. The flow of air was uninterrupted where it should come up against the tree trunks, there were no leaves rustling against the touch of the wind. The earthy scent of mulch was replaced with that of clean fresh mountain air. The scent of wildflowers though was still there.
Calm, centred Ana opened her eyes to confirm what her senses had already told her. She was no longer sitting upon her favourite stone in the centre of her clearing surrounded by evergreens. She sat upon another rock which was surrounded by small purple wildflowers she had never seen before though their scent seemed familiar enough. The piece of land was roughly twenty paces wide and just as long, beyound that were deep canyons she could not see the bottom of from where she sat. As far as her eye could see were other buttes and mesas giving the land the appearance of a long dry streambed, only the land was alive with wildflowers and the occasional tree coppices.
Her little island in the air had a single tree that seemed to have roots clinging against the cliff edge. The space between it and the next butte had a bridge spanning it, an arcing confection that looked too fragile to be of any use. Made of some translucent grey metal, it was a thing of fairy-tale beauty. Gossamer threads she could only discern because of their metallic sheen held the walkway to the stylised seven foot high arcs. The space it spanned looked to be at least thirty feet wide and as deep at the canyon looked she could not trust the fluffy looking bridge as a means off the butte. Looking behind her she saw another airy bridge only this one reflected a golden colour.
Ana had always trusted her surrounding, a naive trust she knew as the world could turn ugly faster than most people could imagine, but still she was comfortable within any and most situations. She trusted that with patience a way out of even the direst situations would present itself. Maybe it was her belief that had always brought her through even at her worst times; all the same in her struggles she had found it to be true. Answers as to how she had come to be here and where here was would be given in their own time; she saw no reason to worry about it as yet. She was in no immediate danger.
"What do you think Padraig," she addressed the golden retriever lying beside her rock to her right. "Should we be worried?" Paddy lifted his head at the sound of his name, held her eyes for a moment then gave her an enthusiastic woof. "That's what I thought." she agreed. Turning to her left where another golden retriever lay she met the limpid brown eyes with her own questioning ones. "And you Elydd, what do you think?" lowering her head to her front paws she closed her eyes as if there was nothing to bother about. "My thoughts exactly."
Closing her eyes and holding her hands in the hjana mudra position, her thumb and forefinger touching with her palms facing up, she took a steadying breath which she released with an ohm sound. Allowing her consciousness to rest at her centre she focused on her heart instead of the deep mind analysis that she had been doing before. Knowing who she was didn't seem as important as cleansing herself of all negative energy had suddenly become. Stretching her back, relaxing shoulders and lowering her head a bit she relaxed into the soothing sounds she was making.
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