Jo owns everything.

The falling. Like flying only easier. Descending so swiftly you feel upwards. It was a sweet surrender. I didn't have to think, didn't have to breathe, just fall. I was being gently pulled apart by gravity, except there wasn't an 'I'. I had no substance... and yet I had sense. I could understand, understood that this falling was right. It was of something mighty. Everything moved and yet was still. The peace was exhilarating and I felt consummately alive. My being spread out throughout me and drew into my center so powerfully I could do nothing but fall to wherever I was going.

And then... It intensified, crescendoed. Everything that I knew was rushing me through my heart. I had heart again. And... my fingers were once more. My lips, my eyes, my heartbeat, they all suddenly existed. All that I was suddenly concentrated into the force that pulled me. It passed through me and I brushed against it, inhaled it. It held me in its arms, singing to me and I was falling. Falling, falling, falling...

And then...


I awoke.

Something brushed through my hair and lifted it up. Wind. I registered that it was wind. My fingers searched for substance beneath me. They found dusty earth. My lashes tickled my cheeks as I opened my eyes. I saw darkness and stars and trees above me. I parted my lips and was surprised to hear a stunted gasp escape them.

The wind brushed at my face once more, coaxing me to speak again. "Magnificat anima mea Dominum" I began silently, sensing the words. They were all I could grasp at. I didn't really comprehend what I was saying, just that the words were right. "Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exsultavit spiritus"

Dry leaves and twigs were tangled in my hair. The wind tickled at my skin. I sucked in a breath. " Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo," The words were power and peace.

I remembered the falling. "Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo, quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae." The thought of it cast out all fear and I just kept breathing. "Magnificat anima mea Dominum,
et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo, quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae."

I was so cold. I was shivering, shaking but ... "Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo, quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae. Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes," The words gave me warmth. I focused on them as they passed through my thoughts.

I could speak. I whispered the words aloud with conviction "Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo, qiua respexit humilitatem ancillae suae. Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes, quia fecit mihi magna, qui potens est," I was overcome with the words, strengthened by them and I smiled. "Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo, quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae. Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes, quia fecit mihi magna, qui potens est, et sanctum nomen eius,"

I found that I could move my limbs and I attempted to arise. As I stumbled, the twigs painted red marks on my bare skin. The pain didn't matter. "Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo, quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae. Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes, quia fecit mihi magna, qui potens est, et sanctum nomen eius, et misericordia eius in progenies" I tried once more, I succeeded. "Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo, quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae. Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes, quia fecit mihi magna, qui potens est, et sanctum nomen eius, et misericordia eius in progenies et progenies timentibus eum."

The words left me.