“The space between space is who you are, is where you are. Right there, in the space of the space between space. Feel it! Can you sense it? Can you hear it? Can you step in to it?”
The voice was like a hymn being carried through the glistening landscape of ice and sunshine.
Of course she could feel it! But how do you step in to something which is already there? Something which has always been there? Something which will always be there?
“It’s a just a matter of disconnect and reconnect”, the voice seemed arrive through the candles in the window.
She moved closer to the house at the end of the road. The dancing flames of the 14 armed chandeliers seemed to be the source of this knowing voice.
Who lives here? Whose house is it?
She had walked past many times in fall when she was out foraging for mushrooms and the last berries of the season, but never had she noticed this cottage. Grey logs stacked on top of each other in the most exquisite way, red painted window frames, fir-smelling smoke coming out of the chimney dancing in the same rhythm as the candles in the window. A gleaming sled leaning against the porch.
As she passed the mailbox she noticed a little sign just underneath the lid. What name was on there? Trinity leaned in to read.
“The Blue Wizard”
The Blue Wizard? Was that a company name? Or some sort of artist name?
The front door blew open the same nanosecond she finished her train of thought, or train of questions. A Gandalf like figure stood in the opening, royal blue robes, long grey and white braided beard, embroidered hat on his head. He smiled and waved at her.
“What took you so long Trinity?”
How could he know her? And how could he possibly know her newly acquired name?
“This is not the time of playing small my dear Trinity”, Wizard chuckled as he greeted her. “It is the time to relax and be yourself”.
Wasn’t that an oxymoron?
“Absolutely not”, the Wizard replied as if she had spoken her thoughts out loud. “This is the secret instruction for everything in these times, this very time of the year, this very year. It is not the time to be playing small. It is the time to relax and be yourself. Just let that sink in for a while over some pine tea and saffron nut bread with us here in the stables behind the house.”
Stables?
Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
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