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far out on a limb in exposing her weirdness to their new
friend, as she had before when she was all alone explaining all of this to Seth.
So much had happened in Sara’s life since the meeting of her dear friend Solomon that she had a hard time finding the beginning
place. She had learned so much from Solomon, and in many ways, it felt unnecessary to even try to go back to the beginning.
She wasn’t sure she could, even if she tried.
Seth could see that Sara was having a hard time getting started, but he felt that it was best that she tell the story because,
after all, Solomon was Sara’s friend first.
Sara remembered the snowy day she had found Solomon sitting on a fence post on Thacker’s Trail, and her amazement when he
spoke to her as if owls sitting on fence posts talk to little girls all the time. Sara thought about how smart Solomon was,
and how he had answers to every question that she could ever ask. And she remembered how Solomon had shown her how to fly
and had taken her and Seth on wonderful night flights around their little mountain town.
Her mind was spinning. She just couldn’t decide where to begin. She wanted Annette to know everything about Solomon all at
once. But what was the best way to begin?
Sara, Sara heard Solomon’s voice in her head, who I am is who I am, and no amount of explanation will change that. Annette will adapt to the idea of me, just as you did and just as Seth did. All is well here. Just begin.
Seth saw a feeling of calm wash over Sara, and he relaxed and leaned back against the tree. He could feel that all was well,
and he could feel Sara’s inspiration beginning to flow.
“Well, Annette, I guess I’d like to begin by just explaining to you who Solomon is.”
“He’s an owl, right?” Annette chimed in quickly.
Seth and Sara looked at each other and grinned.
“Well, yes, he is that, but oh, Annette, he is so much more! Solomon says that we are all much more than we think we are.”
Her eyes studied Annette’s face carefully, watching for any sign of alarm or disbelief.
“Go on,” Annette encouraged.
“He says that while we are here, in these bodies that we can see and feel, that there is another part of us that is much older,
that never dies—and that that part of us is really here with us all the time. Solomon says that some people call that part
of us our Soul, but Solomon calls it our Inner Being.”
Annette sat quietly.
“Solomon says our Inner Being lives forever. And that sometimes it expresses itself in a physical experience. He says it’s
not like being alive or dead, because there is no such thing as dead. It’s just that sometimes that Inner Being comes into
a physical form and sometimes it doesn’t—but it is always alive and always happy, just the same.”
“Keep going,” Annette said.
“We are, like, extensions of that older Inner Self. And when we are really feeling wonderful, it means that we’re allowing
more of our Inner Self to flow through us in that time. But when we don’t feel so good, you know, like when we’re afraid or
mad or something—then we aren’t allowing who we really are to shine through.”
A tear pushed out of Annette’s eye and rolled down her cheek.
Sara looked at Annette. She didn’t know if she should go on or not.
“My mom told me almost the same thing, Sara. She came to me in a dream, and she told me that she would talk to me if I wanted—but
only when I’m happy. She said I wouldn’t be able to hear her unless I was happy. When I woke up, I cried and cried. I didn’t
think it was possible, now that she was dead, to ever be happy again. And so I thought that I would never get to talk to her
again.
“But then, my aunt brought us that little kitten, and the kitten licked my face with her scratchy tongue over and over again.
And while I was laughing, I heard my mother’s voice. She said, ‘She’s a beautiful cat, Annette, why don’t you call her Sara.’
“I was so
friend, as she had before when she was all alone explaining all of this to Seth.
So much had happened in Sara’s life since the meeting of her dear friend Solomon that she had a hard time finding the beginning
place. She had learned so much from Solomon, and in many ways, it felt unnecessary to even try to go back to the beginning.
She wasn’t sure she could, even if she tried.
Seth could see that Sara was having a hard time getting started, but he felt that it was best that she tell the story because,
after all, Solomon was Sara’s friend first.
Sara remembered the snowy day she had found Solomon sitting on a fence post on Thacker’s Trail, and her amazement when he
spoke to her as if owls sitting on fence posts talk to little girls all the time. Sara thought about how smart Solomon was,
and how he had answers to every question that she could ever ask. And she remembered how Solomon had shown her how to fly
and had taken her and Seth on wonderful night flights around their little mountain town.
Her mind was spinning. She just couldn’t decide where to begin. She wanted Annette to know everything about Solomon all at
once. But what was the best way to begin?
Sara, Sara heard Solomon’s voice in her head, who I am is who I am, and no amount of explanation will change that. Annette will adapt to the idea of me, just as you did and just as Seth did. All is well here. Just begin.
Seth saw a feeling of calm wash over Sara, and he relaxed and leaned back against the tree. He could feel that all was well,
and he could feel Sara’s inspiration beginning to flow.
“Well, Annette, I guess I’d like to begin by just explaining to you who Solomon is.”
“He’s an owl, right?” Annette chimed in quickly.
Seth and Sara looked at each other and grinned.
“Well, yes, he is that, but oh, Annette, he is so much more! Solomon says that we are all much more than we think we are.”
Her eyes studied Annette’s face carefully, watching for any sign of alarm or disbelief.
“Go on,” Annette encouraged.
“He says that while we are here, in these bodies that we can see and feel, that there is another part of us that is much older,
that never dies—and that that part of us is really here with us all the time. Solomon says that some people call that part
of us our Soul, but Solomon calls it our Inner Being.”
Annette sat quietly.
“Solomon says our Inner Being lives forever. And that sometimes it expresses itself in a physical experience. He says it’s
not like being alive or dead, because there is no such thing as dead. It’s just that sometimes that Inner Being comes into
a physical form and sometimes it doesn’t—but it is always alive and always happy, just the same.”
“Keep going,” Annette said.
“We are, like, extensions of that older Inner Self. And when we are really feeling wonderful, it means that we’re allowing
more of our Inner Self to flow through us in that time. But when we don’t feel so good, you know, like when we’re afraid or
mad or something—then we aren’t allowing who we really are to shine through.”
A tear pushed out of Annette’s eye and rolled down her cheek.
Sara looked at Annette. She didn’t know if she should go on or not.
“My mom told me almost the same thing, Sara. She came to me in a dream, and she told me that she would talk to me if I wanted—but
only when I’m happy. She said I wouldn’t be able to hear her unless I was happy. When I woke up, I cried and cried. I didn’t
think it was possible, now that she was dead, to ever be happy again. And so I thought that I would never get to talk to her
again.
“But then, my aunt brought us that little kitten, and the kitten licked my face with her scratchy tongue over and over again.
And while I was laughing, I heard my mother’s voice. She said, ‘She’s a beautiful cat, Annette, why don’t you call her Sara.’
“I was so
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