Journey Down the World Tree

I am in the process of learning about different world mythologies. The similarities are striking and reassuring. The most recent learning involves Scandanavian mythology and the goddesses who guard the well at the base of the world tree, the Tree of Life. My understanding is simplistic, possibly mistaken, but still inspiring enough to try my hand at a draft of a meditative journey.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedDown concrete steps with a black metal railing, (touch the railing every step to remember where upright is)at the bottom the ground explodes into green, ivy trailing everywhere.It looks as if it will wrap around your ankles and pull you inside--but it does not. Your feet are free to move.You land at the edge of a gray stone well, fresh smelling like dirt washed in springs and sunshine,guarded by Past, Present, and Future. Urdr reclines in purple velvet chased with gold spirals,languorous in the contemplation of what already was. Verdandi naked as ever she could be (The present requires no adornment and can only be what it is.) Skuldr in a grey cloak with a wide hood, of course she is --she is the feared, the future (and also has a sense of humor. She knows what she looks like in this getup.)Underneath the hood she giggles at the camp of it all. How could they do anything but reach into the softest part of your belly, tear away the thick, black sludge that keeps you from yourself?You turn and go and laughing, laughing all the way across the ivy, up the stairs and into your body stretched out on the yoga mat in the corner of the room.