The wolves were off hunting. Wizard was working on the formulas. Elo The Reindeer had sent a message with DragonWhite to let them know he was on his way back to join them all at The Silent Rocks. His message had contained something about Wizard possibly feeling lost in a few days without a reindeer.
Dawn could feel the pine trees a bit further down the mountain calling her. She just had an urge to sit down, watch the stars wake up on the heavens above the cone shaped tree tops as dusk walked in. She made her way down the slope.
In the city she often heard the call of the trees. Maybe those calls had been there all her life? Until she lived in the city she hadn’t noticed, she was among the trees often enough anyway back then. But now, the past years especially, she would wake up in the middle of the night hearing them as if they were calling her name. Sometimes she found herself on the bus riding past a park just having to get out. See the trees. Not watch them. Really see them.
To hear them call her here on the mountain was a first.
Of course she had not gone off alone. Red had left the hunting party early, sat waiting for Dawn under the skirts of one of the cedars next to the yew tree.
“What is on your heart, dear” she asked, wagging her tail at Dawn.
“I do not know dear Way”, Dawn replied. “That is why I need to be with the trees. I guess that might be why they are calling me. It feels like my heart is missing a piece. Like there is something missing all the time. I do not understand. I should be happy. This place is magic. You are all the most amazing, star-dusted, gorgeous gifts of friends and teachers one could possibly wish for – more than one could possibly wish for. Why do I feel this hole still? I think some tree wisdom might be the antidote.”
The wind picked up. The crowns of the trees started swaying, a gentle symphony spinning itself out of the movement of branches and pine needles.
“Shhhh”, Way pointed her eyes to the large pine tree a bit further in. “Grandmother OakPine is about to speak”.
A soft, deep voice came out of the woods.
“My dear child – yes you are a child still – until you see yourself as whole, you will not feel whole. You have to listen to all those whispers you hear when you wake up, the whispers you hear throughout the day, as you settle in to sleep. Listen and decide which ones are you sending off and which ones are you inviting in to light your candles with. There are still whispers feeding the gap in your heart. Remember your meaningfulness, your limitlessness. The whispers you hear when you feel limited, closed up, like you are missing something – talk to them. Tell them you are Meaningful, you are Limitless, you are Bravery. Tell them their work is done here, thank them for their service, they are welcome to move on and you wish them all the joy and happiness the universe can gift them as they do. Then you stand tall like a fir, let the winds move you, feel your roots beautifully reaching down and spreading wide in the nurturing depths of Earth Mother, welcoming her Angels. And then you start anew. New moment, new Dawn, remember?”
“Now, that’s the Way”, Red laughing hard at her own cleverness.
Cecilia Götherström, Dec 17th 2019
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