Preston said, stepping down off the porch. He kicked his
shoes off, then walked to the meadow of flowers that surrounded our
house.
Landen gave me a wary look. He was not fond
of being barefoot – anywhere; his mother, Aubrey, told me that had
to do with him being a Pisces.
“ It’s just grass,” I thought as I
winked at him and slid my sandals off to follow Preston. I could
feel Libby getting closer, and I looked in the direction of my
parents’ house to see her running over the hilltop - already
barefoot and wearing a long white cotton dress. Preston had made
his way to the center of our side yard, the only side of the house
that did not lead to one of our family’s houses. He sat down and
crossed his little legs, then smiled up at me. I took a seat next
to him and waited for Libby and Landen. Landen waited until he
reached his seat before he took off his shoes. Preston looked at me
and grinned, finding Landen’s demeanor amusing.
“Alright, little man, who taught you how to
do this?” Landen asked.
“Nobody. I figured it out. I wasn’t allowed
in a lot of rooms at my old house, and I wanted to see them...this
is the only way I could,” Preston answered casually.
“You step into other people to explore...?”
Landen summarized.
“Nah, I only step into people if I can’t
reach something,” Preston answered with an odd expression on his
face, as if we should have already figured that part out.
“Libby,” I said to get her attention, “can
you leave?” She nodded.
“How many times have you left?” Landen
asked
“All the time,” she answered, giggling.
Landen shook his head in disapproval. He was
extremely protective of Libby, and he was upset that he was just
now learning all of this.
“Can you two talk?” I asked, wondering if
they shared a bond as strong as me and Landen’s.
“Why would we want to talk?” Preston asked
curiously.
I looked at Landen for help, but all I got
was a small smirk on his face.
“Alright then, show us,” Landen said,
looking at Preston.
Preston patted his crossed his legs, telling
us to do the same, then he folded his hands in his lap. Libby did
the same. Landen and I looked at each other before we complied with
the wordless direction.
“OK,” Preston said. “You can’t think, and
you cannot use any of your senses. If you hear, it has to be on the
inside. If you see, it has to be on the inside. Close your eyes and
breath.”
“What do you mean ‘don’t think?’” I
asked
“It’s just like when you go to sleep - but
you stay awake,” Libby answered.
“ Ahh, that makes sense. So we need to
focus on here, right?” I asked Landen.
He looked at me with my favorite impish
grin. “I suppose so,” he answered.
“Are you ready?” Preston asked. We nodded
and closed our eyes.
I had taken a few yoga classed with my
friend Jessica a year or so ago. I wasn’t very good at it, but I
did remember that Jessica always told me to focus on my breath, to
imagine blue air coming in and red air coming out. I watched my
breath; not forcing it, letting it come as it would naturally. I
visualized myself in the meadow where I was and watched the blue go
in my body, and the red leave. I felt relaxed, almost weightless.
With each breath, I became more relaxed. Then it felt like my head
was not even there – like I was connected to something bigger than
me, bigger than the universe I was in. I let myself live in that
moment a little longer, not sure if I’d reached the point of
meditation. Taking in one more deep, cool blue breath, I opened my
eyes.
I was sitting next to my body. It was still
holding my posture, letting quiet breaths in and out - but what was
so remarkable were the colors around me. There was a white glow
surrounding me and Landen, connecting us. Around us individually,
close to our skin, was a very pure color of orange, and further
away from our bodies the orange faded into a yellow, then bright
green, giving way to a beautiful blue. The
shoes off, then walked to the meadow of flowers that surrounded our
house.
Landen gave me a wary look. He was not fond
of being barefoot – anywhere; his mother, Aubrey, told me that had
to do with him being a Pisces.
“ It’s just grass,” I thought as I
winked at him and slid my sandals off to follow Preston. I could
feel Libby getting closer, and I looked in the direction of my
parents’ house to see her running over the hilltop - already
barefoot and wearing a long white cotton dress. Preston had made
his way to the center of our side yard, the only side of the house
that did not lead to one of our family’s houses. He sat down and
crossed his little legs, then smiled up at me. I took a seat next
to him and waited for Libby and Landen. Landen waited until he
reached his seat before he took off his shoes. Preston looked at me
and grinned, finding Landen’s demeanor amusing.
“Alright, little man, who taught you how to
do this?” Landen asked.
“Nobody. I figured it out. I wasn’t allowed
in a lot of rooms at my old house, and I wanted to see them...this
is the only way I could,” Preston answered casually.
“You step into other people to explore...?”
Landen summarized.
“Nah, I only step into people if I can’t
reach something,” Preston answered with an odd expression on his
face, as if we should have already figured that part out.
“Libby,” I said to get her attention, “can
you leave?” She nodded.
“How many times have you left?” Landen
asked
“All the time,” she answered, giggling.
Landen shook his head in disapproval. He was
extremely protective of Libby, and he was upset that he was just
now learning all of this.
“Can you two talk?” I asked, wondering if
they shared a bond as strong as me and Landen’s.
“Why would we want to talk?” Preston asked
curiously.
I looked at Landen for help, but all I got
was a small smirk on his face.
“Alright then, show us,” Landen said,
looking at Preston.
Preston patted his crossed his legs, telling
us to do the same, then he folded his hands in his lap. Libby did
the same. Landen and I looked at each other before we complied with
the wordless direction.
“OK,” Preston said. “You can’t think, and
you cannot use any of your senses. If you hear, it has to be on the
inside. If you see, it has to be on the inside. Close your eyes and
breath.”
“What do you mean ‘don’t think?’” I
asked
“It’s just like when you go to sleep - but
you stay awake,” Libby answered.
“ Ahh, that makes sense. So we need to
focus on here, right?” I asked Landen.
He looked at me with my favorite impish
grin. “I suppose so,” he answered.
“Are you ready?” Preston asked. We nodded
and closed our eyes.
I had taken a few yoga classed with my
friend Jessica a year or so ago. I wasn’t very good at it, but I
did remember that Jessica always told me to focus on my breath, to
imagine blue air coming in and red air coming out. I watched my
breath; not forcing it, letting it come as it would naturally. I
visualized myself in the meadow where I was and watched the blue go
in my body, and the red leave. I felt relaxed, almost weightless.
With each breath, I became more relaxed. Then it felt like my head
was not even there – like I was connected to something bigger than
me, bigger than the universe I was in. I let myself live in that
moment a little longer, not sure if I’d reached the point of
meditation. Taking in one more deep, cool blue breath, I opened my
eyes.
I was sitting next to my body. It was still
holding my posture, letting quiet breaths in and out - but what was
so remarkable were the colors around me. There was a white glow
surrounding me and Landen, connecting us. Around us individually,
close to our skin, was a very pure color of orange, and further
away from our bodies the orange faded into a yellow, then bright
green, giving way to a beautiful blue. The
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