Cecilia/

Sacred.

Part 17. Dec 17th 2020.

 

Dragonheart,

Snow and gold.

 

Tears are a tear in the void,

Tear in the heart.

 

Heart needs to break open,

Break open to fill,

Break open to heal,

Break open to feel.

 

Dragonheart and gold,

Dragonheart and snow,

Warm and cold,

Fire and ice,

Alchemy and letting go

 

Many, many, many

are the whispers,

fluid at times,

druid at others.

 

Listening,

when that is not what you want to hear,

what you want to see,

what you want to feel.

Listening then,

is pain.

 

Listening from

the dragonheart,

Touching from,

the wolf´s paw,

Singing from,

the thread of the soul,

 

That is.

Listening.

 

Samantha was doing all she could to not get distracted.

 

She had been sorting the mulberries and blueberries for Vayu. 

She had been sorting the golden threads for Mama D, and Josephiel had shown her how to knit gloves for all the “Listeners” with the yarn she´d been taught how to make out of the golden threads mixed with all the fallen feathers and shedded wolf hairs brought in to the cave earlier that day by the Buzzard Hawks.

 

It seemed the threads of the yarn spoke to her, or sang in a whispering way, as she moved the wooden knitting needles she´d found behind the moonstones next to the lapis lazuli.

 

She listened.

 

How could she understand it all? She kept asking herself over and over again. How could she put all this to use? For real? It seemed so clear and obvious – heart open, healing, sharing, listening, Being. But where was her Sacred Fierceness when she really needed it? How do you practice it in real life? 

 

She looked at her newly knitted gloves. Imagined wearing them as she walked the streets of her little suburbia in the evening with her furry friends. Watching the cats watching them through Christmas decorations filling up the windows of every home. There, underneath the streetlights, in the cold, wet wind – not here in a crystal cave with wolf pups, dragons, buzzard hawks and a few elves – how would she be able to be Sacred Fierceness?

 

“My dear little human”, Mama D spoke gently. “Why not start with choosing that heart of yours. With all that is in it already. Just take a look”.

 

-       Cecilia Götherström, December 17, 2020