by Penny Moss

Created on: May 05, 2008

Darlene couldn't remember when the feeling started. It was a feeling of emptiness, helplessness, and loneliness all mixed with a desire to fly beyond her imaginary shackles but very real imprisonment. The aura of confinement wouldn't leave her. It consumed her and controlled her. Her life seemed to hold no purpose where she was at and she felt need to go in search for answers. She was asking questions daily as to what she should do but never seemed to find the solutions. Until recently.

The power of positive thinking, being one with nature, and knowing that anything is possible echoed in her mind. Darlene truly believed it. Somehow her new awareness on life held some significance while she walked around the museum. A whole new world screamed out to her. She admired one sculptured masterpiece on this day. There wasn't anything that sparked her soul like this, until now. She felt lifeless for sometime. It quickly dissipated the more intensely she examined the art work.

Gazing into the eyes of the sculpted being she stood mesmerized for a very long time. The emotion surrounding it engulfed her heart. It was as if she knew that feeling. She felt she could jump into the marble and be apart of the elation. The flowing rhythm of the stone's texture, the coolness, and the solidness embraced her. As she laid her hand on the base she envisioned the moment it had been created by the master and she became lost.

Her eyes remained closed as she imagined the artist carving the piece. His passion was prominent and strong. She felt it. The sculpted piece was an embrace between two people. A man and a woman. There was no doubt that it was some sort of passion reflected from the artist's own heart. Yet Darlene recognized it wasn't an embrace between lovers. It was more that of a hug between kindred spirits. The artist captured the essence of two people that bonded spiritually and in an unspoken kind of connection.

It seemed, or she felt, as though she had experienced that very hug she was admiring and captured in marble at the moment in time the artist created it. Darlene felt as though she had been there.

Suddenly, the room was spinning and she became helpless. Each breath that she took was difficult. She was aware of the rise and fall of her breast, her rapid breathing, and the sudden absence of light.

This happened once before when she was just a young girl. Yet, when ever she told that story no one believed her. People always commented on how she had such a creative imagination.

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