Pinecones and moonstones, pinecones and moonstones, pinecones and moonstones....”
The words rung like a mantra in her head. Or were they flying in from the multitude of birds busy collecting the last twigs, berries and seeds before the sheet of snow covered all the goodies?
”Pinecones and moonstones?”
In her dreams last nights he had been visited by a white reindeer, carrying what the reindeer herself called ”the message of oneness”.
”See the whole Universe in a stone”, she’d said.
As they had been sitting there together in her dream, watching the Aurora Borealis swirling across the sky, it was pretty easy to picture how to ”see the whole Universe in a stone”. The Aurora looked like crystals, the sky was covered with crystal-shimmering stars, their breath turned to crystals there in the cold night, they held crystals in their hearts – heck, they actually were crystals come to think of it!
”And not only crystals are stones. All stones are stones, ” Elo the reindeer had blinked through her large eyes filled with the glow of planets towards her.
”Pinecones and moonstones? Of course, moonstones are stones. But the pinecones?”, she was wondering there in her waking state.
”Pinecones are the eternal signs of gratitude, the portals to the larger universes, to the wideness where the void speaks and the darkness sings”, she heard his voice tell. Meru was of course in her mind, like she was so often invited in to his but not yet always awake enough to notice.
”OK”, she said. ”Now what?”
”We will go out and collect moonstones and pinecones, build our own Medicine Wheel with them.” He stretched, ready to get up and go. ”For each pinecone, one moonstone”.
”How on earth will I find that many moonstones?”, she muttered to herself quietly. ”I mean pinecones are everywhere, but moonstones….”
”Ain’t that interesting Little One?” Meru mused. ” ”Pinecones are everywhere”. That means the whole ground, the whole forest is scattered with gratitude. What do you think happens when we pick that gratitude up, hold it, connect with it? I think moonstones will follow!”
She realized she understood his point but not really what it meant nor why they needed to build a Medicine Wheel. She also knew that asking would lead nowhere. The instruction was clear – pick up the pinecones, a.k.a. the gratitude, and the moonstones would follow a.k.a. the what-ever-they-were-she-would-find-out.
- Cecilia Götherström, dec 6th 2019
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