THE SIXTH REALM: INDIGO — Blossoms on her muzzle

Through the oak she continued to talk with Ernesto. She told him about her progress, her stumbles, and the business of the important chair. The two of them laughed so much that flowers fell on Skyblue’s head.

“You don’t have to laugh so hard,” she told the oak, taking one off her snout.

The leaves stirred. Ernesto was laughing too.

At the end of each day, she looked back over what had happened, gave thanks for what had gone well, and considered her mistakes without adding the weight of reproach. She remembered Yaseee’s words: intention, action, and divine help. She had to do her part and entrust the rest to her inner self, even when the answer was to wait.

The little Skyblues didn’t disappear forever. They returned now and then, especially when the dragon was tired or wanted something very much. She no longer needed to shout at them. She listened, and when she recognized their old arguments, she could let them pass.