“Everyone heals in their own way. How you heal is up to you. Up to you to find, to feel, to sense, to belong to. Yes, to belong to. There is nothing to figure out, it is all in the heart, in the Earth, held by the sky and Space. That which you belong to. That which is also your healing.”

She changed her seat. Got up. Twirled the thread between her fingers. Spun it around her hands.

“The gift of healing is the gift of seeing”, she continued. Her eyes were wide and warm. Her breath travelled far in the cold air filling the cottage.

“Magic is a choice. Seeing is choice. Living is a choice. What you choose is what you see. The more often you consciously choose, seeing itself chooses you. Just don’t ponder too much on that last part. Go out and choose!”

She swung her arms open towards the door, motioning me to get ready to leave.

“Remember, there is no horizon. Remember, the horizon is the horizon”

Author: Cecilia Götherström, Pejuta Wakinyazi