At the signal just before I turn into the neighborhood I can feel my energy change . . . it is not something I do . . . it just does on its own.

I pull into the driveway always convinced I need to take a minute to mentally prepare, but then I never do . . . before I know it I am opening the door . .
to the place that opens the door . .
to the place I go . .
where I so clearly belong.

He is there . . . all ready for his part of the journey . . . the journey we take together that is never planned and never known until it is over.

His name is Gideon and other than some general facts and my visual interpretation, I do not know much about him. He is short and has an accent (although most would be at a loss as to place where it is from). He loves the Beatles and Harley-Davidsons, he has 3 daughters, he speaks 6 languages, blah, blah, blah . . . . these facts that I would normally find important to know . . . are seemingly UNimportant . . . because what I KNOW about Gideon is not relevant . . . what I FEEL from Gideon is.

I feel refreshed at my first steps into the front room, I feel his energy immediately and take it as a cue began my part of our beautiful journey. I remove my clothes and look around the room . . . where will I be called to today? Where is it that I will feel the most at peace and still be able to give what I give and go to that place I love so much?

I can feel his energy switch into go gear . . . he starts to observe immediately and wonder what he will be getting from me today.
He says he knew from the moment he met me,
he says he felt me before he saw me,
he says the way I move tells him my spirit is in charge of my body
. . . he wants me to share with him that spirit and
he wants to share me with the world.

Today I feel heat on my face . . . I take a chair by the window and put my face to the sunlight coming in. I pull my legs up and let them lay on the armrest and back of the chair. There are plants in the window sill and I have already started to go to my favourite place. My face is turned away from Gideon, my left arm is raised up and resting on my head . . . my hair falls down over my left breast . . . my right hand rests on my right thigh . . . the Eagles are playing on the radio . . . I close my eyes and as I fall away to my special place I can hear Gideon moving things around, it is as if he cannot move fast enough . . . I can hear his breathing change . . . I am falling deeper . . . and finally as I take my final descent, I can simultaneously hear his brush on the canvas, smell the paint in the air, and feel his eyes see everything that I feel . . . it is a beautiful and amazing circle and I go away.

“I think I am done” he says
“So soon? How long has it been?" I ask
“About an hour” he replies
I rise from the chair and stretch , my legs confirm the length of time. I put on my clothes and ask how he feels as I walk over to the large canvas.
“I feel really good, I will work on it some more after you leave, but I am very happy”.
As I straighten my skirt and approach the painting I am immediately taken back to where I was just a few minutes ago .

. . how in the hell does he do that?? WoW!!! The closer I look the more I am amazed.

“What is this ?” I ask as I point to halo like strokes of light that surround my entire body . . .
“Today you were in a really light place . . . thank you for sharing it so clearly”

I realize he is right . . . I was.

I think . . . how does he see what I feel ?
and
He thinks . . . how does she show me something that comes from inside of her ?
and
for today our journey together is over and like I said . . . it was not until that very moment . . . that we knew where we had gone . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and we could not have done it had we not been with each other.

Wow ! that is absolutely beautiful. I would love to be like that.