(aka The Ice Maid’s Change)
by Miles Rost
As night fell, Amy looked into the small bonfire that her friends had set up for the night. She was alone, sitting by herself in awe of the fire. Sayaka and Chieri were off gathering up wood, while Yumi and Michiko were off getting marshmallows and chocolate from a nearby roadside shop.
I don’t understand. Everything I know about life and existence is in my head, but why is my heart feeling empty? She asked herself.
Second by second passed, and as Amy’s clothes absorbed the smoke of the bonfire, Amy pulled out speakers and her iPod from her backpack. After setting her speakers up, she moved her iPod to a song…a medium-paced celtic song that Michiko gave to her called “Emerald Grace.”
She sat for a few seconds, as the first vocal strains of the song started to play, and a thought immediately came to her mind.
She looked around for a few seconds more, and the thought came back to her.
Only 20 seconds passed before Amy stood up. She looked at the circle around the fire, a ring that was able to hold two people side by side, and looked upward. As the second refrain started, the accompanying sound of cymbals and triangles joined in, and Amy started to sway. She closed her eyes and just let herself go in thought as she swayed to the music.
What good is knowledge without a root to be grounded in? She asked herself, calling up her memories, I used to be grounded in family, and in life. She looked at herself in her memory, and remembered a time a few years ago when she used to dance.
Amy, make sure to let yourself move with the music, her dance instructor told her You have God’s grace, just let the music be your worship.
Amy looked on this memory and smiled.
She was right. I had been fighting against God for so long, I didn’t understand what He was giving me, she thought.
After a few seconds, a flute joined in, and Amy started to move around the fire in a counter-clockwise circle. She moved her hands upward, her arms following, in a smooth motion. Her hands, upon reaching the apex, moved downwards toward her chest, and outward in a T. She twirled and smiled as she danced to the flute and the triangle, getting into the movement and remembering the fun she used to have dancing.
The vocal strains came back for a third time, and as the voices sang, Amy lifted her hands up and continued dancing. As the voices died out, and the drums introduced what Amy called the “Base Plain” of the song, Amy started her prayer in dance.
Father, I understand now what you have been telling me, she thought, The knowledge that I have is a gift, and it needs to be used for you. You have given me a view of my life that I never would have seen with my own devices.
Amy knew that she had a choice to make. To continue the dance of life that she was dancing, or to walk from it. This would be the point of no return for her, and as the drumbeat descended, Amy made her choice.
Iesu, our Father sent you to give me life, a free gift. I have fought you before, but I will no longer fight against you. I love you, Lord, and I ask of you to enter my heart and enter my life. My life is yours, so I ask for you guidance.
The drums ended, and the haunting vocals came back for a fourth and final time. Amy moved her arms to the voices, while her legs stood still. As soon as the drums started, she went back to movement, praying along with.
I am The Ice Maid. I am Amy Kuruyama. And I am your child, Father. Lay your hands on me now as I pray this in Christ’s holy name.
As the final notes of the song played, she went down to her knees and the finals word of her prayer escaped her lips.
At that moment, the bonfire roared and Amy jumped backwards, falling backwards over a log. She fell with a thud, but as she sat up, she felt alright. And she was laughing.
“I bet you anything, Amy,” a voice cried out from the other side of the fire, “that you would not noticed me while you were dancing.”
Amy quickly stood up, nervous and embarrased and looked across the fire. She eased as she saw that it was Sayaka.
“You dance well. Very well. Apparently, there are still some things that we do not know about you…”
Amy just blushed as she quickly sat down, turning off her iPod.
“You don’t have to hide it, Amy. We are friends, and fighters.”
Amy looked up with a smile, when she opened her mouth.
“And now, we’re sisters.”
Sayaka immediately shot her head up from the ground and looked straight into Amy’s eyes.
“Was a dance of prayer. He found me, and I said yes.”
Sayaka squealed in happiness, and gave Amy a big hug.
“This is so unbelievable. It’s like God is putting everything into place.”