She is teaching me
how
to love again,
how to
thaw
that coldness,
how to
trust,
through gentleness,
not forcing
She is teaching me
that
hail
is just frozen water,
that
Christmas
is in your heart,
not in a tree,
or in snow
on the ground
She is teaching me
that you can,
you should
love,
even when
your heart
seems
to be breaking
She is teaching me
to listen,
to listen,
to listen
especially when
you don’t want to
She is teaching me
about lineage,
connection,
unbroken threads
of life
weaving unbound
in to
each other
She is teaching me
about
Starlight,
remembering
gingerbread songs
in honour of the two of us
being
always
left
unbroken
She is teaching me
to be
here,
now,
in the storm,
in the power,
in the stillness
She is teaching me
her
ways
And I
I
get
to learn
Starlight
- Trinity
Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
“Underneath the Christmas Lights, Underneath the Christmas Lights, Underneath the Christmas Lights”, Sia’s Christmas album streamed out of the speakers through Spotify.
Nejla looked out through the guest bedroom window towards the large enclosed space especially built for the dogs at the back of Ricky and Luca’s home.
Starlight was digging ferociously underneath the very Christmas Lights, or more specifically underneath the pine tree living in the corner of the enclosure which had been decorated with coloured Christmas lights. Her tail was fanning more than wagging, which was a sign of hunting. Nejla had better get out there and stop her before whoever was in deep winter sleep got woken up.
Grabbing her beanie with one hand, pulling her mushing boots on with the other, she simultaneously reached for the doorknob with her elbow which resulted in her tumbling out the door, rolling down the two steps of the porch, face planting in the snow. Well, at least she was wide awake now.
“Starlight, Starlight my dear. Come on! Stoooooooop!”
Starlight stopped, turned her head to look at her human. Two seconds later she turned back to the digging.
“Aaaaaaahhhh, huskies!” Nejla shouted as she ran through the knee deep snow.
As if they wanted to prove that this was not just a husky trait but also a samoyed and malamute talent, Kriya and Tuva ran from the other side of the yard joining Starlight in the digging.
All of a sudden they stopped, all three of them. Stepped back, looked down in the hole they’d dug, then across at Nejla who had stranded in a spot where the snow was all of a sudden waist deep to catch her breath, and then they looked back down in the hole again.
Nejla felt like she was swimming through the last part of the snow. It was just a dune of two metres width where the wind had piled up a solid wave of snow which was that deep before it was back to knee depth again. She arrived underneath the Christmas Lights Tree, threw herself on her knees, looking down in the hole together with the three canine ladies.
“Was that? No, she must be imagining? Could it be? Well it did. Did look like gold. But, no, it can’t be?”
Starlight pushed towards the hole with her nose, looking at Nejla, her eyes saying “look, look, look what I got you!”
Nejla reached down under the pine tree twigs, down towards the exposed part of the trunk, her lovika mitten clad hands spread out, gently grabbing and pulling the artifact out of the snow. As she held it up towards the dwindling light of the afternoon sky all three ladies of The Crew watched eagerly. Nejla gently blew the last pieces of soft snow off the edges. A cauldron. A golden cauldron.
Alabaster sunk his paws deep in to the snow. He’d been up on the rocks, peeking down once more towards Pinehome City.
They were all together now. Nejla, Starlight, Tuva, Kriya, Ricky and Luca.
He could see them through his inner eyes. The two humans sitting on the floor by the Christmas tree. Sharing stories. Laughing. Remembering.
All four dogs sprawled out across the large kitchen floor.
What had once been the “Grand” waiting room in this timber wood train station building from the 1800s was now Ricky’s kitchen.
Alabaster made his way down, returning to the pack. How he loved these moments of approaching, feeling the warmth in his heart, connecting through the golden threads to his brothers, sisters, all the pups. Watching every single personality doing their thing while being in total harmony with the entire canine family.
Sure, they could growl and show off, change, walk off, start anew, return, explore. But that was because that is how things just are. If everyone is allowed to live out their purpose, harmony is what you get. And harmony includes storms, floods, falling trees, new growth.
You use the mind, heart, and soul, leading the body to the best possible solution for the highest good of all.
When you exist in a state of awareness where greed does not exist, you see everything through the eyes of Isa. The eyes of Isness.
He realized he’d let his mind wander in to the human domain again as he felt four youngsters rolling around him, asking for attention, nipping at his legs and paws.
“Come play, come play, Grandpapa Alabaster!”, they howled like a four octave choir.
“OK then!” Alabaster took off down the slope, zigzagging, jumping, rolling. Four young furballs falling over in his paw steps, doing their best to catch up.
A few of the packs hunters had just gotten back from their recon trip and joined in.
If you’ve ever seen a group of eight adult and four “just-out-of-puppyhood” wolves play on deep snow covered slope under the moon, star and sun lit winter morning sky, you know exactly what I am talking about.
Joy, aliveness, speed and wit dancing around in your heart.
The lights were mesmerizing. So magically, carefully placed. Almost choreographed.
How could they have forgotten?
She moved like a mischievous fox at times, Red.
Easy to camouflage yourself as what humans considered harmless. Fantastically difficult to understand why, once she stepped out of her foxiness – which she rarely did this close to the village – to engulf her wolfness in all its reddish glow, the people of the valley started shaking, closing their doors fast. Just as heavily as they had slammed their hearts shut to the awestrikingness of Nature ages ago.
” I am Light”, Red spoke out loud. Howling she continued ”Why can’t you see the light in me , humans?”
”Because they can’t see the light in themselves and only light can mirror light.”
Was it the sparkle-adorned tree she was admiring who just spoke? No, her heart had heard his vibrations days ago already. Now her paws felt them .
Craft could not believe he’d found Red before he found Star. Or even before he found Meru and his companion. So, the game was changing already.
”But if they see the light in me, that can spark their own light so bright there is no way there can not be light.”
”The darkenss is so dark right now in their chambers, Way. The moonstones will light the way. We just have to gather first.”
Craft had called her by her tribe name. Way. Red had not heard her tribe name spoken in eons. She knew auspicious times were ahead. Now it was tangible that they were smack in the middle of those times already.
”Craft?”
”Yes, my lovely.”
”Let’s just sit here with this tree for a while. I want to understand the need to light up and adorn what is already perfect and lit up by its soul already. I want to understand that blindness of inner the eyes”.
The two wolves burrowed down in the snow there on the hill. Connecting to the stars above. Listening to the glowing fire underneath the chimneys. Breathing in the crystal snow. Being.
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