Healing with moon and mind
The wooden stairs led down, deep deep down into the earth. When she finally reached the bottom, she found herself in a circular room, lined with wood. There were doors all around the room, and a bench in the centre. An owl sat on the bench. She found herself sitting next to the owl, without really thinking about it. She gazed around the room and noticed that each door had a circular symbol on it, in a different colour. 'What am I doing here?' she wondered out loud.
'This is a place of healing for your mind'. The owl was looking at her with that wide eyed look which only owls can get away with. 'Try a door, follow a path, find a freedom'.
She wandered around for a few minutes, looking at each of the doors. She first one she dared to open was marked in yellow. Standing on the threshold, she saw white shapes and silver smoke drifting about. She stepped out, and found herself floating in amongst them. Her mind cleared and she realised that the shapes and the smoke floating around her were ideas, weightless but full of potential.
And there she floated, for a while. Until it began to feel vague and unfocussed, and she found herself back in the circular room, standing in front of the red door. Stepping through this one was louder, brighter, and she found herself caught up in some unseen excitement. Suddenly all those floating ideas were on fire, pure energy ready to become somebody's passion. She buzzed around, excited by every new flame, until it became overwhelming and she retreated once more.
The blue door drew her next, and when she opened it, she heard the rushing sound of water. She leapt out into a river and was carried along, song and poetry and music echoing around her. The river demanded that she flow, and so she did.
Until she was washed up on a small beach at the edge of a woodland. The water had taken her breath and her energy, washed her clean, and so she lay for a while. She became aware of birdsong, the sound of the water flowing past, the rustle of leaves in the trees above. There was movement close by, and she looked up just in time to see a hare jogging past. She stood, followed, struggled to keep up. Winding through the trees, out into the fields, breath of wind on her skin and earth pulsing beneath her feet. When the hare stopped, so did she, and they contemplated each other for a while. Then the hare flipped her ears in salute and was off, sprinting across the fields.
And she found herself back in the circular room, closing a blank door behind her. Refreshed in body and soul and most of all mind, she nodded thanks to the owl and set off back to her world.
Written for the full moon blog prompt over at Ramblings of an Offbeat Goddess, and based on the Greenwood Ace of Arrows, which came up for me in response to the question 'How can I manifest healing for myself at this time?
'This is a place of healing for your mind'. The owl was looking at her with that wide eyed look which only owls can get away with. 'Try a door, follow a path, find a freedom'.
She wandered around for a few minutes, looking at each of the doors. She first one she dared to open was marked in yellow. Standing on the threshold, she saw white shapes and silver smoke drifting about. She stepped out, and found herself floating in amongst them. Her mind cleared and she realised that the shapes and the smoke floating around her were ideas, weightless but full of potential.
The blue door drew her next, and when she opened it, she heard the rushing sound of water. She leapt out into a river and was carried along, song and poetry and music echoing around her. The river demanded that she flow, and so she did.
Until she was washed up on a small beach at the edge of a woodland. The water had taken her breath and her energy, washed her clean, and so she lay for a while. She became aware of birdsong, the sound of the water flowing past, the rustle of leaves in the trees above. There was movement close by, and she looked up just in time to see a hare jogging past. She stood, followed, struggled to keep up. Winding through the trees, out into the fields, breath of wind on her skin and earth pulsing beneath her feet. When the hare stopped, so did she, and they contemplated each other for a while. Then the hare flipped her ears in salute and was off, sprinting across the fields.
And she found herself back in the circular room, closing a blank door behind her. Refreshed in body and soul and most of all mind, she nodded thanks to the owl and set off back to her world.
Written for the full moon blog prompt over at Ramblings of an Offbeat Goddess, and based on the Greenwood Ace of Arrows, which came up for me in response to the question 'How can I manifest healing for myself at this time?