13 candles.
14 winds.
15 heartbeats.
A small candle is still a candle.
Trinity stood knee-deep in the freshly fallen snow underneath the winter sky. Her journey south had come to a halt three days earlier. It had taken her some time, quite some exhaustion and elaborate thinking until she had realized that this is it. Presence. If you cannot physically go, you stay.
13 candles encircled her, 14 winds started dancing around her, the drums were beating to the rhythm of 15 heartbeats.
“You cannot be who you are not. You cannot sing someone else’s song. It’s too expensive. You do pay for it. In soul-sparkles. And your soul-sparkles are low. You are in dire need of some repair and re-fill. You are in dire need of Star-light.”
Trinity looked up. This sky was a little different from the one she had looked up at only moments before.
“Where you are now is your ground zero. Where it all begins. Just let it begin”, the grandmotherly voice kept sharing.
“Don’t look for home. Your home is with me. I am Starlight. I am. 13 candles will light the way. 14 winds will speak your name. 15 heartbeats is the only distance from here to Love, from here to Sparkle, from here to Power, Stillness and Presence. 13, 14, 15 is your code to the next key-lock my dear. Welcome. Welcome.”
A strange kind of peace rolled over her. It was time to take centre stage in her own life, in her own story.
The Northern Lights swooshed above. Confirmed.
Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten