Sara sat in the tree house waiting for Seth and Annette to join her. She leaned lazily back against the tree, looking out across the river, and just plain felt good. She breathed deeply and stretched her arms up over her head, and felt little shivers of pleasure move all the way up her spine. “I feel so good,” she called out from her perch. “I wish everybody in the world could feel as good as this, if only for a moment. They would never go back to feeling anything less!”
It felt to Sara as if she were in a state of suspended animation. The earlier events of the day felt like long ago, almost as if they had happened to someone else, and she felt no impatience about the day continuing to unfold. Annette and Seth seemed to be taking longer than usual to arrive at the tree house, but Sara felt not one bit of anxiety or impatience. This moment in time felt perfect. Nothing that she should be doing that she wasn’t doing, nothing that she wanted to do that she wasn’t doing, nothing missing, nothing needed - everything just right.
“Now, this is how its supposed to feel,” Sara said, right out loud.
“You are right, Sara,” Solomon said, as he landed on the platform next to Sara. “The way you feel right now, that’s the way life is supposed to feel, in every moment. Perfect and expanding. Enough, but becoming more. Satisfied, but eager for something else. Complete - but never, ever finished.”
Sara felt rapturous love pulsing through her as she looked upon her wonderous feathered friend. “Oh, Solomon, it feels so good to feel so good. Whatever has come over me?” Sara laughed, as those words came out.
[Solomon] “Who you are has come over you, Sara. Or perhaps it is better to say, you are now allowing who you really are to be. This is your normal state of being. This is who everyone would be - if they could just let it be.”
“I know you are right, Solomon, and I do want to just let it be. I think everyone would want to let it be, if they knew how good it feels and if they knew how to do it. Why don’t we always feel this way, Solomon? Why does it seem so hard to just let it be?”
[Solomon] “Pretend that you are a beautiful gem, an aquamarine, like the beautiful blue ocean. Little by little, from exposure to the elements of your environment, a light coating of dust and hard water mutes the beauty of that which you are. And because of the unnatural coating, you don’t see out as clearly as you once did, and others cannot see you as clearly, either. But with a little bit of work, you can easily remove the unnatural accumulation of sediment, and you can then shine as brightly as you ever did - and feel as wonderful as you ever did.
As you sit in this clear, good-feeling place, it is easy to understand this. Much easier than when you are sitting in an uncomfortable place! But, just for a moment, imagine sitting here with a variety of thoughts moving through your mind: You are a young girl, sitting in her tree house, waiting for friends. But instead of being light-hearted and clear, as you are today, imagine that you are weighted down by many things, sort of like the sediment on the gem. In other words, your favorite teacher is leaving the school, and you feel bad about that. You saw boys fighting in the parking lot, and you worry that it may escalate into something really serious, like things you have seen on television. You heard your father complaining about his boss last night after dinner, and you realized that he is not having a very good time at work lately. You heard that your mother’s friend is very sick, and you feel bad for her, and even a little bit vulnerable yourself. Can you feel how, with each unwanted situation you ponder, your joy is muted just a bit more?
Now, make a decision, “I may think about my teacher leaving later but, for now I think I’ll remember my favorite thing about him. I may wish for things to be different with the boys fighting in the parking lot but, for now, I think I’ll just mind my own business and assume they are working things out in their own way. I wish them well! I want my father to be happy at work but, all of that is really up to him, and I’m sure he doesn’t need my help figuring this out. He always figures things out. I want my friend’s mother to be well but, my worry helps not one bit. I think I’ll leave that to the work of her family, or the doctors, or the angels, or to her Solomon.
If any worrisome thoughts remian, just say, “I don’t really have to think about that now. Maybe later but, not right now!” Try to imagine releasing each worrisome thought, one after the other. Another, another, and another. And, with each release, you feel a little lighter, a little brighter, a little happier until, eventually, without exception - you allow yourself to be the bright, clear, happy person that you naturally are.
Everything that makes your life less than happy is because you are, whether you realize it or not, holding on to something that mutes the happiness. If you are angry; if you could just let it go, you would feel immediate joy. If you are sad; if you could just let it go, you would feel immediate happiness. If you had a headache; if you could just let it go - you would feel immediately wonderful! Any time you feel anything less than very, very good, it is because you have picked up some worrisome thought and you are continuing to carry it with you. You can stop, right now - and put it down.”
Sara smiled. Everything that Solomon was saying made so much sense to her. And, in her clear, good-feeling moment, she wondered why anyone would every carry anything around that didn’t feel good.
[Solomon] “Well, Sweet Girl, I’ll talk to you later. Have a wonderful afternoon!”
Solomon seemed to be light as air as he lifted, almost silently, from the platform and flew off into the distance. Sara smiled as she watched the ease with which Solomon moved through the sky. “That’s just how I feel,” she said out loud. “I love you, Solomon.”
— From the glorious SARA, BOOK 3: A TALKING OWL IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS; First Edition, First Printing, Chapter Twenty-Six, pages 191- 195