Peace Letter to Dianna I am a night spirit, standing in the shadows of pines looking from underneath the boughs out onto a pond. I am far from people, I need privacy and quiet. I close my eyes and listen carefully. I hear the calls of tree frogs and bull frogs, crickets and katydids; once in a while the hoot of an owl and lonesome cooing of mourning doves joins in. Way off in the distance is the plaintive call of a loon echoing off the hills. There is a very soft breeze that soughs through the needles bringing their calls close and I am wrapped in the perfume of pine and water. I relax and open my heart, my mind and my soul to nature and the other night spirits. Slowly I open my eyes and look straight toward the pond.   There is a woman sitting on a blanket with her arms wrapped around her knees, looking out over the surface of the water that is as smooth as glass; and it mirrors the moon and stars. Occasionally the surface is rippled by the splash of a small fish coming up for his meal.  Other than that, nothing disturbs the placid water.  The woman is sad. I feel her pain. I want to help her heal and finally find peace. Slowly and with the help of Wind, I wrap my gossamer robe around her shoulders, feeling her shudder with the knowledge that something has just happened. I feel her relax the least bit, and I whisper with Wind, my wishes.   "Dianna", I say, "Open your heart.  See and feel with your soul. You are coming to your own understanding of life, but let me add my thoughts. Dianna, look up and see the stars and moon looking down at you."   Slowly she lifts her face to the skies and sees the countless heavenly bodies. "Look anywhere in that sky and you will see your loved one. He is never far from you. He is near all of us. See all those twinkling lights, the stars. Those are like your friends. They look far away, but just think of the strength they must have to be able to come to you from such a distance. You have touched a lot of people, Dianna, with your sharing, your beautiful poetry, and your own spirit."   "Look at the moon, Dianna. That is like you - a glowing, strong, powerful presence; the center of the universe, yet not. Absorbing and reflecting the strengths, light and sprits of the other bodies, all your friends, helping you shine.  They are there, in the background but appearing to hold you if the need arise."   The woman’s eyes close and she just feels the peace come around her like a soft warm blanket and she savors the moment.  Soon, as her eyes slowly open again, she notices that the frogs have gradually quieted, the katydids and crickets are nearly gone, even the owl has settled somewhere for the day, but the doves continue their soft calls to one another. The loon seems even further away.  A mist is sitting only a few feet off the water, with not a ripple to be seen, and still the woman is warm and comfortable.  The sun is rising over the pond, and day is coming.  I am a night spirit and gradually melt back into the forest, but I will always be there if I am wanted or needed.  I only have to be a thought and I am there.   I wish you peace, Dianna... Copyright ©2008 Neil A. Raymo Click on the path to head on back to the main menu. Graphics, images and webpage design Copyright ©2007 - 2008 Waggin' Trails 'n Tales. For information regarding the purchase or use of anything on this page please email us by clicking on the button below.