116 Scales

The Little Red Haired Girl

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116 Scales

As Brain and Body reflected on the past, most of it to do with the house renovations, Body kept pivoting within her central position within the Pumphouse. looking at the slices of moonlight that came through the windows as they lit up different areas of the circular walls. Now each area of wall was becoming familiar as her rotations repeated, and yet still more memories came to light and overlapped the previous ones, and it was getting harder to know the timescales and calendar reference points for each.

They not only got mixed up and had to be re-deciphered and put back in the right place, but the act of doing so revealed similarities and patterns within them all that had not been noticed before. Layer upon layer of memories like layers of wallpaper. Scratch the surface to reveal another colour and pattern of the wallpaper underneath it and so on and so on. But because the walls were circular there was no distinctive break in them either, no corners, no calender reference point, the memories just continually travelled.

“It’s interesting” remarked Brain “they do not seem to be just on the surface of the walls either.”
“What do you mean?” Body asked. “Are you admitting to using your imagination?”
“No. I am trying to keep an ‘open mind’ as was requested of me, but what’s interesting to me is they, the memories, are becoming cojoined across the Pumphouse too.”

“I don’t understand” admitted Body “you are being a bit clever for me.”

“Not at all, I’ve been thinking about it a lot and since we’ve been stuck in here, the memories are becoming three dimensional especially since ‘we’ discuss things now including the Little Red Haired Girl. The memories bounce around across the Pumphouse as well as the layers that travel along the never ending circular walls. They bounce between all five of us now. You Body, Heart, Spirit and Soul and I Brain. It makes the memories whole. A bit like the orange segments and peel from an orange. No actually, it’s more complex than that even because the memories travel across the segments too, in all directions and quite randomly yet linked somehow. I don’t know why it is happening now particularly, except that ‘we’ are talking and working together. It has somehow changed the memories like viewing them with a new complete vision.”

“Wow” Spirit mocked “are you getting all soppy on us Brain?”

“No, not at all, it is just a new concept which I never knew was missing.”
“The meditation, prayer and spiritual awareness is helping our path” sighed Soul. “We are working together to reach our higher self.”

“Well it is certainly working on changing the memories but they are more complex as a result” Brain admitted.
“And if we keep it up, it will start to change our current actions not just the memories.” Soul was hopeful of discovering a new path.

“That has to be good then” stated Brain “after all, we could not have continued as we were outside and now are within this Pumphouse.”

“Joyless” called Spirit.
“Exhausted” said Body.
“Confused” stated Brain.
“Loveless” cried Heart.
“Without direction” sighed Soul.

“There’s six” said the Little Red Haired Girl.
“What’s that?” cried Heart.
“There is six of us. I can count.”
“True child, but really you and Body are as one. Till you are that pretty butterfly and we find our direction and our path in life” sighed Soul.

“It’s probably some kind of mental illness” stated Brain.

“Don’t you dare backslide on us now Brain” called Spirit. ” keep this new found vision and stop doubting us. We will work on it and find our completeness, our higher self, even if it means losing family and friends, we must continue to ask the awkward questions and maintain our curiosity. We must find our ‘place’ for Body. A place where we all feel at home and content, where we can relax and feel welcomed for who we are, not what we have or can provide for others who drain and deplete our energy. We must find our peace with our own flaws and find the people who like and love us for them as well as our own good attributes and callings.”

“Find our Soul tribe” sighed Soul.

“Where will we find them?” cried Heart “who would or will understand our hurt and pain. It makes us miserable and I suspect not good company.”

“It will be difficult” stated Brain. “You Heart must stop crying and bleeding causing Body to display how it feels all the time. It makes us vulnerable and open to attack from others even if it’s unintentional. Not to mention boring if it’s continual.”

“Then how do I control it? Do I measure how much to give, relax and be myself? and how much to lock away for my own protection?” cried Heart. It was a good question.

“Use Nana’s special cup” the Little Red Haired Girl answered.
“What cup child?” cried Heart.
“It’s a special cup shaped like an ice cream cone, but it’s special coz it has writing on the inside for different things, with lots of lines on it like a ruler. It can show you how much flour, how much water and even lumpy things like dead flies.”
“Dead flies! What would you want to measure dead flies for?”
“She means currents” stated Brain rolling Body’s eyes to the heavens.
“Like I said” the child responded “Dead flies. And it is really clever and magic it can measure all those different things in one special cup. Nana said she got it from Merica.”
“Merica?”
“It’s America child” corrected Body. “America.”
“But it’s magic, all measured from one cup.”

“That’s what I guess we are talking about” called Spirit “we have to measure how much attention and love we give people with care and assessment and see if it is reciprocated properly. Equally and for the best.”

“Like the see saw with the heavy pieces?” the Little Red Haired Girl asked. “The dishes have to equal and Nana lets me add the heavy pieces until they are.”
“I’m lost now” stated Brain.
“She means the scales, she helped Nana to balance the scales. To get the ingredients weighed and prepared for baking” stated Body as it remembered carefully placing the assorted discs on the opposite dish carefully, so that it would not displace the arm of the scales wildly.

“So there is lots of way to measure” the Little Red haired Girl carried on. Some are round like the special cup, some is flat like a ruler and some is felt on the see saw.”

“We needed to hear that” called Spirit “it goes well with Brain’s three dimensional new view of our memories.”
“It does actually” agreed Brain.

“I suppose we will be learning how to measure our path with others from now on. It’s a learning path where we must learn to balance ourselves equally with what is being received. Equal balance between work, rest or play. Equal balance within our relationships. What or who we give our energy to. It must be balanced by and for us too as well as others. It takes information gained from all of us, be it contained, round, flat or felt we must measure equally what we give and what is gained, for our good as well as others” sighed Soul.

“It makes it perfect” the Little Red Haired announced. “The cake will be perfect or the best it can be, coz Nana says the oven plays it’s part and if she remembers to take it out on time before it gets burnt.”

“Nothing is ever perfect child” sighed Soul “but we can do our best to make it so and love the outcome whatever happens.”