Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
Meditations come in all shapes and sizes for me, but when itâ€™s Dagenium, I know Iâ€™ve tapped into something ancient.
Dagenium is a message bringer. Â She stands on a small hill near its crest.Â Â A light breeze tangles her hair, some- times pushing it into her face. It keeps her grounded and present so that sometimes Â she must reach up with one hand and push Â the dark strands back. But at the moment, the Â breeze Â that Â ruffles Â her Â hair and Â her Â flowing clothes does not matter.
Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back. Itâ€™s easy to forget that she, the High Priestess of the Nolalalns, lived 20,000 years ago. Â People who understood Â that â€œall time is now.â€ Ones who saw all their past, all their present, all their futureâ€¦all at once.
Thereâ€™s no such thing as living in the moment. They lived in all Â the moments and knew the consequences of all the moments Â and of all things to come, and yet they still lived and loved, knowing not just the Â joys to come but also any tragedies.