Bringing Home the Help, The Hope, The Healing

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, growing ever more impatient, as I rose to hike out of the Superstition Mountains to return with Rose Quartz for the Pink Puffers of Serendipity.

"Peter Pan," said StarzEagle Dancer.

"PETER PAN!" I cried. "I thought you were helping me with a meditation for the Pink Puffers."

"Sorry," said our sage. "It had never dawned on me that the ticking clock inside the crocodile was symbolically mitigating against Peter Pan's desire never to grow up."

"Then why was he after Captain Hook, instead of Peter Pan?" I asked. "Oh, never mind. What about the meditation you promised me?"

"Very well," said StarzEagle Dancer. "Holding a Rose Quartz in your hand. . . "

"Which hand?" I asked.

"If you are right-handed, your left hand is your 'receiving' hand, and vice versa."

He began again: "Holding a Rose Quartz in your hand, start to breathe deeply and feel the breath draw not just from the air around you but also from the earth below. Breathe in this earth energy with each breath. Breathe with every pore of your body. . .

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute," I interrupted. "This is going to take quite a while, isn't it?"

"Healing takes time."

"No, I mean, you're going to recite this lengthy meditation, which I'm not going to be able to remember and, well, how are the Puffers going to get their healing. Can't you just write it down?"

"The great meditators do not utilize the writing tools of the common man," he said. "I think. Therefore I am."

"Well, how am I going to get this back to Serendipity?" I asked.

"Well, you could go on my Web site," said StarzEagle Dancer. It's right here.

"Adios, amigo. I'm outa here. Michigan, here I come. Puffers, prepare to be healed!"

"One question," said StarzEagle Dancer. "How did you find me?"

"I think you know," I said, smiling.

He smiled.

I nodded. He winked.

"Serendipity," we said in unison.