INTRODUCTION: Several weeks ago I received a card from a friend that included one of her wonderful photographs on the front (She makes beautiful notecards that include her photos). Immediately it began to tell a story. So thank you Hope Taylor Epstein for the card and for sharing your talent as a photographer. And in deference to you there are no trolls in this story.
She decided to take a walk on that beautiful sunny Fall day and gave a sigh of wonder at how blessed she was to experience the clear, crisp air of Maine. There was no destination just a slow meandering journey down a country road. At one point a barn came into view in the distance and something pulled her toward it. As she got closer she saw it was not particularly large and was showing its age. A double window captured her attention, but as she moved toward it someone or something began to speak.
As you see I am weathered with age now. But for many years I stood here as protector and shelter for tractors and other farm equipment, tools and barn cats. The sun, the wind, the rain and snow are a part of me now and are reflected in my boards and windows. For some reason I am no longer used except by field mice and other creatures. Life breathes me you see for wood is always alive and radiating energy. Step closer and look through my windows – look as the sun shines through striking the floor.
At this point she wondered what was going on. Was she dreaming, or imagining? Where was the sound coming from that filled her mind? But she could not resist stepping up to look through the old window. The glass appeared dirty and dark except for a scrap of something whitish in one corner. Maybe an old rag she thought. As her eyes adjusted she began to see a shaft of light shining in the middle of the dirt floor. And then what appeared to be a movie of sorts began to play before her eyes.
A young boy played on the dirt floor laughing as a cat rolled in the dirt. A young man climbed up on a tractor and began backing it out of the barn while whistling. As she stood wide-eyed and disbelieving the scenes continued to flow and change. A young woman drove a car into the barn and stepped out all bundled in coat and hat. As she opened the car door a black dog jumped out and walked by her side. The car had snow all over it. Then a cat chased a mouse round and round until the mouse finally escaped into a hole in the wall. Finally an old man stood in the light slowly turning around as if taking it all in. Then the film stopped and all that remained was a shaft of light.
She wondered what it all meant. Did she fall asleep standing up and dream? How could any of it be real? Slowly she touched the window sill feeling the solid unevenness of the worn wood. A strong sensation flowed through her body and she knew on some level it was all real but still questioned. Is time just a construct of man? Did some connection with the barn bump her to a “no time zone” where all is one and everything occurs simultaneously? So many questions arose.
Taking a deep breath she continued her walk knowing she had much to ponder. If this experience was real and some sort of gift what was she meant to do with it. Maybe it was a reminder of the flow of life and the Oneness of all. Or maybe it was just for fun and enjoyment-a parting of the curtain of time. Was she going to have more of these experiences or was it just a dream?