Tomorrow I will walk out into the bush along the red dirt path adjacent to the train tracks. I have not been that way since my dog died just over a week ago. I will sing the land low under my breathe and maybe see a lizard. 

When I reach the small clearing in the valley, one of my dreaming places, I will use my master symbol to connect with the earth and imagine I have roots growing out of the souls of my feet, pushing and curling easily through the dark red earth deep into the ore below. I will drink in the earth, moist and sweet. 

I will feel an impossibly long cord of light emerge from my crown and hook up into the universe, clear and bright. I will channel love light and healing of the highest vibration and the highest frequency from the universe to the earth and back again. I will be a clear open channel. All is one.

When it's time, I will lay on the earth with thanks. I will ask for divine wisdom, to know what I need to know. I will ask for the strength and courage to know the truth about my life. I will ask for divine guidance to know what I need to do. There may be a band of old wise crows around. I will listen to their corrs and somehow know their message.

Eventually I will decide to walk back to town. I will stand and say thanks. The colours around will be brighter and sparkling. The spirit of my dog will trot ahead of me. Everything will be ok again.

I can't wait for tomorrow.