There once was a tale of two wives. The first wife was a lover of fine linens for her dwelling. The second wife was a lover of the arts. In this time of the tale, the husband of the two wives was an industrious landowner. His days were spent traveling across his land with a vision of change. The landowners name was Jacob.

Jacob loved his two wives and understood the beauty of each. His first wife Helen reflected to him an outward beauty in his life that was shown through her unique ability to purchase and use the fine linens throughout the home. Bringing the color together, woven in a tapestry for the eyes. In doing so, anyone that visited his or her home felt the beauty not only of the home, but also of the sense of well being Jacob held in his life.

Jacob’s second wife was known as Clarita. Clarita appreciated the tapestry of beauty that Helen created in the home, but the passion that touched her was from within. A passion Clarita demonstrated in her gift of bringing the artisan love of life into their home for Jacob. Clarita would paint from the soul, interweaving all colors in splendor, which all who viewed her insight that she set to canvas, would feel the warmth of her heart. Throughout the home music makers freely adorned tables and mantles. Music makers would be exercised and used not only by Clarita, but all who visited the home of Jacob.

A peace existed between Helen, Clarita, and Jacob that held no divisions of hostility, greed, or jealousy among them. All being expressed as equal parts of the home of Jacob.

One day when Jacob had departed to travel across his lands in vision, Jacob stopped by a small lake on the land. As Jacob looked out over the lake, a flock of geese landed upon the water. The geese that were in search of fish in the lake, would call to each other. Jacob listened to the harmony of the calls being sent out from the group.

            Jacob watched, as the fish would dance about the water, while small groups of Monarchs would fly around the edges of the lake. The sounds of birds calling to one another in delight of the story unfolding on the lake. Each being only aware of one moment at a time, uninterested in all else.

As Jacob stood watching, from the middle of the lake a great Huron appeared, and the lake went silent. Butterflies seated on perches of flowers and leave, became motionless. The group of geese had paused in silence, as they looked at the Huron. All birds found perches in silence.

Jacob watched and thought of how the lake had suddenly transitioned in silence from the presence of the Huron. All activity had ceased in what seemed like anticipation of all beings of the lake.

 “How is this done, with such an instant knowledge of all the creatures?” wondered Jacob.

            “Is this one Huron so powerful that the presence might quiet all that surrounds him?”

As Jacob stood with many questions engulfing his thoughts, a beam of light seemed to touch down from the sky upon the head of the Huron. Jacob blinked his eyes.

            “Surely the Sun must be playing tricks with my eyes today” he thought.

Again he looked unto the lake. The Huron with the beam of light still remained. Then suddenly the Huron and the beam of light started moving closer to Jacob.

Jacob unsure what movement to make at the time found himself frozen in his space on the side of the lake, with the Huron and the beam of light still approaching? The closer the Huron and the beam of light approached Jacob, he could feel his own heart and spirit opening, growing wider during their movement from the lake to where he was standing.

Jacob stood in awe of the Huron who was now standing in front of him. As the Huron stood in front of Jacob, the beam of light expanded and engulfed the Huron. The beam of light became a brilliant rhapsody of color with a tone emanating from the beam. The tone from the beam of light was that of Clarita’s music makers in perfect harmony. Woven colors that held the brilliance of Helen’s many tapestries of lines, illuminated one hundred fold in brilliance and sound.

Through the brilliance of color and sound, a voice said –

            “Jacob, as you chose to stand before the lake today, without expectation of what would be provided, you have been observed by all beings. To stand before the lake, life, and without asking anything of your world outside of your love of the visions you hold – what you seen before you at this time is your soul tapestry of color, sound, and the vision of your joy.”

Jacob then felt himself becoming full of questions, watched as the beam of light rescinded and the Huron was one again present. As Jacob watched the eyes of the Huron, in one eye he saw Helen and the other eye he saw Clarita.

Jacob then understood the lake, his visions. He had chosen as being equal in all forms but yet individual. The peace that Jacob felt in life with Helen and Clarita, and his home, was but yet the peace of his soul in all forms. As unique as the canvas that had been painted of his life.