The sound of a woman's voice

The forest was dark, one could not see a thing, one could only hear the sound of a woman's voice singing a simple melody. It sounded like a chant from an old native tongue. One could easily sing along and acquire a sense of spiritual awakening. It flowed like a mesmerizing guide that seduced you into following it's rhythm. I let the sound guide me to an open space with a big fire in the center of it. The woman stood next to the fire faced towards it's burning flames. She seemed to worship it by singing to it. She was small and wore white robes with a necklace made of goose feathers. When I came closer the chanting became more passionate and started building to some sort of climax. You could feel it in the air around the fire. 

The woman didn't look at me but I knew she could sense my arrival. Like she already knew I was coming. When I took a moment to look around, I noticed the colours of the flames. They were tinted bright blue and in the center I saw a little orange pilot light that became bigger and bigger. The chanting kept on building and building and I felt the earth moving from under my feet. It was alive. I was alive and felt as one with myself and everything around me. I didn't feel fear or sadness. 

Suddenly a memory came to mind. One I thought I lost many years ago but apparently my body remembered. On the opposite side of the fire I saw him. Wearing his brown leather jacket, black trousers and his suede boots. The only piece missing was his favorite hat. He would never leave the house without it. His blue eyes resembled to the brightness of the fire. They were directed at me but I wasn't grown anymore. I looked at my hands, felt my feet hovering above the tree trunk I sat on. My 8 year-old self sounded just like I'd remembered her to speek. 

I noticed he was still looking at me and without making any sound, I heard, I listened. 

"I'm sorry, my love. I wasn't there when you needed me the most.  But I want you to know that even in my absence, you were always on my mind. You will always be my little girl."

Morning came and I opened my eyes. The sun was already rissen and I felt the warm rays of sunshine shining through my bedroom window. I slowly tried to remember but could still feel him in my heart. All the hate and sadness that used to rule there felt softer and warmer.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever see him again. I smiled and answered "It's okay dad. I love you too.".