Live this life.
Whatever,
however it is
right now.
Live it.
Look for the story
life has to tell you.
Care for your
StarBeing
and the rest
will sort itself out,
will fall in to
place,
or rather
flow in to place,
space,
equation,
the new
Listen to those
with soft voices
and wise hearts,
the fairy queens
and life
adorners
Leave the rest
to the side
Jump at every
chance,
see where it leads you
this life.
This.
StarBeing,this.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
Photo: Pintrest
Rest,
she said
The time
is now
is
here
Curl up
rest
release
stay
Silent
stay
free
stay
Release
Fear
can only last
where
stagnancy
lives
Stay
mobile
in silence
in rest
in peace
Curl up
unfurl
release
Forsake
the
musts
the
shoulds
the
havetos
Stay
stop
rest
Mobile
in
silence
Receive
magic
Receive
clearance
Receive
peace
Receive
Mahakash
Author : Cecilia Götherström / Pejuta Wakinyazi
Monday. 12-12-22. Let me sing you the song of Mondays of new beginnings, of moon, of new, and beginnings I mean, have there ever been old beginnings? Just saying… You see, for something to begin something else must end Yet it’s all actually one long thread of now’s. It’s all in how you see it Division? or Connection? both in the same coin Before ends Now begins yet all is Now Every day, every moment has its own energy Notice it, you only can when you hear the Now Do you hear it? Now Now Now No dreaming, just being No pining, just soaking Now Now Now All there is Now Starlight Now Let me sing to you the song of Mondays Your beginnings your endings your now’s Your Star-light. This. Is. It. Presence, Power, Stillness Starlight. This. Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
She is here. Winter. Glimmer in her eyes. Joy in her soul. Soulfulness. Glowing breath, sparkle of life. Winter. Welcome. The Star abides in the sky. The sky in the heart. The heart is the sky. The sky is the heart. The Star its All. The Silver Grail speaks. Like clear crystal waters. No bearing. No beginning. No end. Only the eternal Now. This moment where everything matters. Where everything is present. In the no-thing. Nothing can be broken. Everything is whole. The outer shells can shatter, can leak. The pieces might break in to more pieces. Yet they do not exist. They are fragments of a self which spoke itself in to existence. On the first day of winter. Let the pieces disperse. Do not gather them. Let the wind blow, let it sweep. Do not hold on to. Open up. Sit. See. Wait. Let the silence speak, whisper. Listen. Transmissions of Starlight. Know your worth. Cecilia Götherström, Kringlans AdventsKalender 2022
In a bag a few minutes ago I found this piece below which I wrote on Jan 10th 2014.
Reading it now, it gives me goosebumps – as giving the turmoil, development, moves and all that has happened the past 2,5 or even 3 years , it is more than symbolic that I wrote this early 2014 and am finding it today – July 12th.
Return
The return is imminent,
faith awaits
Her huge white wings
sweeping me in,
closing out the darkness for now
As the wings open
the dark, velvety night sky is adorned
with galaxies,
light-holes
and wishes turned in whisper
I stand there,
basking in her glow,
listening
to the whispers from now,
the whispers from before,
the whispers that were,
that are,
that will come.
In this place all is one.
There is no then,
no now,
no later.
Is the return really a return?
Or is it an opening of what was always there?
She asks me to open my eyes,
my ears, my heart,
with softness,
with a waiting,
whatever comes in.
A feather falls from the sky
into my hand,
I can feel its softness
caressing my cold palm,
almost making me giggle from the tickling feeling.
I watch the feather
as it turns and turns in my palm,
first slow,
then faster,
and faster.
The spiralling movements
makes it stir up
and away.
The feather has turned in to a huge raven,
first white,
when he takes flight I can see him
shifting in to grey,
then in to black,
his glistening eyes disappearing
with the flapping of his wings
directions Ursa Major.
The wind coming from the pine tress in the back,
bring another whisper,
a song,
an anthem.
There is a vibration from the ground,
I turn around.
The whole forest alive,
waving,
swaying,
gently sining a tune
of return,
of now,
of all never being anything other
than what is now.
A brown bear beckons me to come closer.
She has two cubs at her side.
It feels like I know them,
like I have seen them before,
like we are family.
I look up at the sky,
towards Ursa Major,
where Raven headed,
then look back at Mother Bear.
I return.
Cecilia Götherström, 10/ 1 2014
FlowerOfTheThunderAndLightning 