5. Story
Dawn sat Indian style at the base of a large tree. She listened to the chirping of the birds and the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves above her. She turned her face toward the early morning sun, inhaling the smell of the wet earth deeply. As she meditated, she could see the dark aura approach, and she knew Scott was standing near.
"What are you doing, Moonbeam?" He asked slowly. Dawn opened one eye to peer at him.
"Meditating." She answered. "You should try it."
"Why would I?"
"Mother Earth tells a wonderful story." She answered with a smile. Scott just stared down at her as if she had two heads.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what I said." She turned to face him full on. "If you sit down and actually listen, you can hear the earth as it wakes up. You can hear all the creatures as they begin their day…you can hear the story of Mother Earth." She stood slowly, brushing her clothes off. "Everyone has the ability to hear it, but people just tune it out because they're afraid to hear her crying." She walked away with a soft smile and Scott watched her go.
He didn't understand all her Mother Earth mumbo jumbo, but for some reason he found himself sitting down and closing his eyes. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be hearing, but he listened anyways. After several minutes Scott found that he felt more relaxed than he had ever been and he liked it.
Dawn peered from behind the thick trunk of the redwood tree. Scott's aura was calm and relaxed, just as she knew it would be. Maybe there was hope for him yet. Smiling, she left Scott to his meditation, to hear the story.
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