Images of sunny days and warm evenings are with me.  I know the paths I've chosen to reach this valley have been many.  Some were lonely, strewn with  boulders to surmount.  Others, smooth from mentors' wanderings.

I begin to climb the gentle hills.  The birds and beasts I pass, watch unafraid.  Silent guardians as dusk fills the air.

The path becomes steeper.  My steps more determined.  I've been given the strength to reach the goal from those that have traveled by my side in the past.  Their teachings give me courage.

The mountain looms before me.  The path is rocky but my footfalls are sure.  The air is cool and clear.  I am led to an outcropping of stones.   I pause to catch my breath.  The granite resembles a wall not unlike those that I've faced before.

The clouds part and the moon sends down her soft light.  I see the black glow of an entrance at the end of the path.  I enter and the mountain accepts me into its depths, into a cavern.  The warmth of it's strength flows around me.  This is a place of waiting.  I see many great doors that will lead me down corridors.  These hold my answers.

The voice of the keeper of the cavern welcomes me and a flickering candle greets me.  I am comforted in knowing I am accompanied in all of my journeys through the worlds.  The keeper of the cavern speaks though words do not echo on the walls.  His counsel assures me that time has no essence here.  Some doors go forward while others are to lives I've known before.

He speaks of patience.  I will be shown these answers.  I am lulled by his words.  I rest easily.  Silently, a door begins to open.  I am drawn to it's entrance.  I step past the threshold into the swirling mist.  I begin another journey.  One that will lead me to find forgotten magic