Two beautiful women; soul mates.
One is going on a journey.
A farewell ritual.
Water, wind, sand, stones, sun,
The elements magically come together,
With inconceivable precision.
Two swans enter sacred space.
Wind picks up to support breath.
The sun disappears when dark energy surfaces;
And returns when release is there.
Geese mark the end of a life cycle.
Soft kisses from angels and guides.
The ritual ends.
Sails appear at the horizon;
With gratitude for mother Earth, father Sky and grandmother Moon,
Sacred Space dissolves...