Master Simon was troubled by Elsinor’s dreams. He couldn’t quite figure what it was that troubled him. She was very young, but it is more than that. He thought the boy, Marcus, was a real person in real trouble. He scanned the empty dining hall, the separate tables with the now-closed story board games on each table. That so-called “game” was no game. He knew that. It held too many mysteries, revealed far too much to be just a game.
He sat down at one of the tables and opened the game board. Each game was a replica of the early version which was protected under glass. He put his finger on the center image, of Still Mountain. Just touching an image of that sacred place opened his mind to all he had seen and done, to the many grievous errors he had made along his own story path.
Most people had no idea that life was simply a story unfolding. He knew that most people thought we were caught in a swirl of events over which we have no control but, in truth, Simon reminded himself, we constantly draw the life choice cards, make our decisions, and pray for the best.
He placed his finger on the path of the game board and followed its twists and turns to the center. Another little known fact was that on the reverse side of the tanned hide protected beneath glass was a second game. It is the reverse of the spiral he now traces. That path began at Still Mountain, the source of life itself, and then led the traveler back into life.
He folded the game board up and collected the small bead people into the cloth bag and carried them to the cupboard. When he turned around, Suny was there.
A quiet reflection
Where in your own life does the “game” turn out not to be a game at all?
Where in your own life does the “game” turn out not to be a game at all?
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