Dark River Rising by Susan Clayton-Goldner

Author:Susan Clayton-Goldner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

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Still lying on the cedar branch, trying to decide how to proceed, I stare up at the blue sky studded with stars. Without changes in the color, I have no concept of time passing. Is it morning or night? Does it matter?

For a moment, I think about my grandmother, and within seconds Grandma Ava stands in front of me.

Did you summon me, child?

I climb out of my branch cradle and hover beside her. I need your help. I want to visit my daughter. I want to make sure she is okay.

My grandmother’s face darkens. I no longer think that is a good idea, my child.

I have mixed feelings about being called a child. To my grandmother I am, but I am also a mother. Why not? I already visited my parents and my brother. It was easy. And you were right. I could see them, but they couldn’t see me. I got the sense my mother and brother were aware of my presence, but not my father.

The shadow disappears from her face. Some people are more receptive than others. Have you tried to reach the baby?

There is a hint of fear in her words as they enter my mind. Why are you afraid?

She hesitates for a moment before answering. I fear you will be hurt and unable to find peace.

How can I find peace if I don’t know she is okay?

What if you visit her and she isn’t well?

I’d want to know that, too. I keep trying to visit so I will know, but it’s hard to visualize her face when I only saw her for a few moments ten months ago. I can’t imagine her room or what she looks like now. Babies change so fast.

Perhaps it is a foolish idea, child. Sometimes hope is far better than knowledge. My grandmother’s words are heavy as they land inside my head. Her eyes, the same color as mine, seem to deepen.

I am irritated. She said she would help me. How can it be foolish to want to see my baby? Of course I want her to be okay. To be in a home where people love and care for her. But what if she isn’t? How can it be better for me not to know what is happening to my own daughter?

Oh, Ava. There is so much for you to learn. We are all fools when it comes to the people we love.

Again, I feel the sadness in my grandmother’s words. She is afraid for me. But why? She doesn’t want me to suffer any more hurt. Doesn’t she understand how hard it is not to know what’s happening to my child? You said you would help me. You said you visited my mother many times during her life. You must have visited her as a baby.

The next message I receive stops me. It can be a terrible thing to know.

Other spirit people are milling about now, floating among the trees like fireflies. It is a beautiful sight, all the souls waiting to be reborn.

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