Lightly touching me in sleep, the Guides swoop down and bring me stories to pass on to people. Some echo with learning in my heart and some are to make me think outside of where I have put my mind at times, in it's limitations. Here is the Swan's Song, see if it echoes in you as well.
The Swan's Song:
Once there was a lake in the middle of a forest, and many, many birds lived around the lake, in its beautiful setting. For the trees nestled the lake and there was no sound from man in the denseness of the forest. On the lake lived also one lonely white Swan, she kept away from all of the others, never socialising, never talking. She hid from the birds, kept her distance and did not involve herself in the world of the chattering birds. There were so many different sorts of birds in the forest, all with their beautiful voices filling the trees with their songs but none had every spoken to the solitary swan as they thought her cold and aloof. One day after much discussion, the birds of the forest, decided they would put on a concert by the light of the moon, so each could be heard in their own voice, their own beauty and celebrate the uniqueness of themselves within their colourful community.
There was days and days of practising, the night finally came around and the moon shone beautifully down on the lake. The birds assembled on the trees all around the shore of the lake under the spotlight of the moon. Each bird either flew or hopped forward to sing to the rest of the birds, each song floating out over the lake and soaring to the heights under the watchful eye of the moon. The birds applauded loudly after each song and each bird felt warmed to their heart with gratitude at being able to sing by themselves. The songs varied so much, melancholy, happy, cheerful, short and long, each unique, each a story of the bird themselves.
There was much laughter and enjoyment as the singing continued into the night. Just as the night was to close and all of the birds now exhausted from their celebrating, where about to finish the concert. The single white swan swam into the lakeside concert, she did not come out of the lake, but stayed in the shallows illuminated like a brilliant light in the shine of the moonlight.
The other birds stopped their exuberant chattering and stared at the swan. Soon all of the birds were staring at the beautiful white swan. They held their breath and waited. The swan arched her neck and opened her beak. The most beautiful song weaved on the night air, all around the birds, and crested on the moonlight up and around the forest. Filled with sorrow, with loss, with pain and betrayal, the beautiful swan sang her heart out on the brilliance of the night. When she had finished, she curled her head down and turned and swam off into the moonlit lake.
The birds quietly in hushed wonder, returned to their sleeping places, their homes for the rest of the night, for all had been touched by the sadness of the Swan's Song. The morning light came and the sun shone brightly on the lake in the forest and all the birds chirped about excitedly about the concert and the Swan's performance the night before. All eyes looked out to the lake where the lonely white Swan swam usually, but the swan could not be seen.
She had never before included herself in any of their comings and goings so they were not surprised to not see her out on the lake, for they assumed that she would be keeping to herself once more. Many of the birds wanted to go and see her, find her and congratulate her on the performance, but all kept their distance because of the echoing sadness of the song and also the Swan's aloof behaviour for years before the concert.
The days passed and the swan did not appear at all. Some of the birds decided that they would fly around the lake and see if they could find her, they were in fact beginning to be quite worried about the elusive swan. Three small birds set off determined to make sure that the Swan was in good health. They flew cross the lake to the place she normally stayed at night, there was no sign of her. They flew down the left side of the lake, again there was no sign of her. They finally reached the far end of the lake, much farther than they had ever travelled before and found the beautiful swan washed up on the edge of the lake, tattered and broken, her eyes closed forever to the world. The three small birds mourned for the beautiful Swan for it seemed such a tragic end to a beautiful bird. They collected a single white feather from the edge of the lake and carried it back over the long journey to the rest of the birds at the other end of the lake.
All of the birds clustered around the three small adventurers and listened in horror to what they had found at the far end of the lake. The single white feather was placed in a small cluster of rocks to show respect to the beautiful white Swan who had sung her heart to the world on a moonlit night. The days passed into months and the months into years and the white feather faded on in the cluster of rocks until it was old and tattered and most of the birds had forgotten the white swan.
However, some nights, when the moon was bright, there would echo on the whispers of the wind the sound of the broken Swan's Song, and the birds would huddle closer together grateful for their own lives and the warmth of the other birds.
Sometimes things happen to people, terrible things, they haunt our dreams and our living lives. There is always a choice. We can assume that people never will understand, that they cannot. We assume that they cannot have possibly experienced all the hurts that we have experienced. It makes us isolate ourselves in our pain, our sorrow and our disillusionment of the world. The problem with this is that you just make yourself feel lonelier and more isolated in your sorrow. You do not have to the sing to the world of your pain if you do not choose, but please don't make the mistake of believing that people do not care. They do, but you need to open yourself, not hide in aloofness and betrayal, so you can be given understanding and love. Only then can you truly start to heal inside.