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The Burwell Mysteries- Part 11
The rushing water held me in it's grip. Looking up from the bottom of the creek gasping for air, I felt numb and paralyzed. Why could I not scream out? I was cold and so very weak. A shadow lurked above me at the water line. I was so confused. Where am I? My intuition told me to reach out to the unforgiving shadow. Black, only black remained.
Shooting straight up in my bed, I awoke to my croaking alarm clock. I shook and shivered as this dream was so tangible I could taste it. I had my window cracked open and the scent of the early June air helped me calm down. I looked to my left at the vintage rocking chair. I had a walnut size lump in my throat. A golden orb surrounded her while she rocked. Looking twice, I noticed it was the same little girl I saw back at Stout in my dorm room that night. My instinct had me run to her. "How can I help you? Are you OK I asked?" "Come, come, come, come, the creek runs through it." I heard a faded giggle and then she was gone. Sweat dripped from my brow as I rocked.
It was my first day serving the guests in the Burwell House. I felt nervous but I could not help letting my mind wander back to that precious little girl. She was so beautiful, so young, I wanted to facilitate whatever healing assistance I could. As I walked into the kitchen, Louis was standing at the cutting board, dicing up fruit for the melon bowl. "Good morning Courtney, how did you sleep last night my dear?" "Fine, I mumbled, thanks Louis, the queen size bed in my room is so soft. The canopy above me feels so safe and comforting. I love it here, it feels like home." We made small talk as Tom walked into the room. "Well good morning to you Courtney. One of our fine guests would like you to bring her in some hot tea. It is Lisa on the far right of the family table. She drinks peppermint tea, the hot water is right there on your left." "Thanks Tom, I will bring it right away." The wafting of the wind brought with it the luscious scent of breakfast. It permeated the Inn and made me miss North Carolina in the summer. It made me think of home. "Oh, what I would do for my North Carolina homemade iced tea. I thought for just a moment about whether I should let Louis know about my dream.....
Laughing, sprinkled in rich conversation, the guests seemed to be enjoying each other. "What do all of you have planned today, I asked? Louis had me research low cost, fun family activities for you. I have the list sitting on the parlour desk. Please make sure and take one. Remember that we have bikes in the shed that are available to you. The trail is right across the street and all the paths are listed." The group seemed to be in good spirits since the day was already bright, sunny and warm. Lisa shared that she and her family would be heading to the "music in the park" at the Minnetonka City Center. The guests thanked me and said they would most definitely be looking over the list for their daily fun. I felt good about my first morning as a server, knowing the guests enjoyed the food. Tonight would be a bit more challenging. I would be shadowing Louis at our first event of the season. Butterflies danced in my stomach as I thought about how the night would take form.
Taking out the bus tub after breakfast, I cleared the tables inside and out on the patio's. I looked out at the creek in front of me. It was so beautiful, it seemed so deceiving that the dream I had about it was so dank and sinister. I prayed that I would be open today to whatever it was I was to understand.
Looking forward to my lunch date with Ron out on the creeks bank made me smile. I washed the tables off and finished the dishes as I listened to smooth jazz. Ringing out on the old fashioned radio above the cupboard, Michael Buble' tunes calmed my nerves. All I could think about was Ron and how much we had to catch up on. Lunch would be a healthy picnic on the bank. I was to bring the sandwiches and beverages and Ron was to bring the chips, pickles and dessert. Hm-mm, perhaps I would make some of my homemade tea.
"Each soul enters with a mission. We all have a mission to perform." - Edgar Cayce
© 2011 Laura Rogers