The Woman in the Tower

         Once upon a time there was a woman who lived in a very high tower.  Her parents had died and left her no inheritance.  She had worked very hard to get to the tower.  She worked harder to stay there.  She worked days and she worked nights.  She worked weekends too. 

         She was very tired.  So tired, it was even hard to fall asleep.

         One sleepless night, she logged onto Facebook.  She began looking at photos of her “friends.” 

         There were her friends in Yosemite with the waterfalls.  There were her friends in Death Valley with the rocks.  There were her friends in Alaska with the icebergs.  There were her friends in Rio with the revelers.
 And there they were at the Vatican.  And there they were at the Acropolis.  And there they were on safari, a lion at their feet.

         She thought, “Everyone else is living life.  Everyone else is having fun.  Everyone else is traveling.  Everyone else is falling in love.”

        The burn of hot jealousy flashed through her. 

         It was then that the spirit wrapped her in its arms and led her to the window.  From the high tower she could see the fullness of the moon so bright.  Her heart quivered to behold this sight.  She pressed her face up to the window.  And there they were--- the twinkling stars.  As she raised her arms up to touch them, all jealousy dispersed.

            Of course!  Now, she remembered, “I am the waterfall.  I am the rock.  I am the iceberg.  I am the dance.  I am the spirit.  I am the goddess.  I am the lion.  I am all and so much more, for I am made of stars and stars live in me. I am even the space between the stars, allowing things to be.”