Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

A memory, one image bringing warmth and peace for a moment in the moment, sounds are soft and the voice a guide, when no emotion comes to the surface.

Only a body that feels tense but warm at the memory of the word island. No memory of the place as not my mind or this body has been there.

Empty at peace for the moment is gone before the next breath has taken place and we go back to mind in a war of pull and push.

but as the pull and push of the mind becomes stronger in a moment of silence I see my memory is of value, stronger than my mind can comprehend for my heart is telling me something.

For this memory seems to be of a home that I don’t know, where I can feel the wind, smell the sea and see my self. But for now only my heart know the way.

While my mind is still at war I will need to learn to trust my heart until the voice will guide me to the memory of my heart.

26/01/2019

©Elke T.B. Stevens.