The thin layer of snowy white powder on her delicate wings drifted through the cool morning breeze. They tested the air with the curiosity of a whisper. A hint of gossamer sheen caught rays of sunlight in places and shattered them into rainbow hues. And she hovered, almost weightless, on the fresh sprouts of new leaves in the dappled light. She had been waiting here a while, for her newly opened wings to dry out after a lengthy journey seemingly trapped in  very small cocoon.

It was so small she hadn’t been able to move, yet her body grew and grew in the tiny casing filling up impossible tiny spaces that barely existed. She had wanted to escape for so long, but it seemed that any time she pushed against the walls, that actually, she had created, instead of pushing through them she would just grow larger and more cramped. The heat had been stifling. As had the constant noise from the inner world. In this tiny home there had been nothing to distract her from her own boredom. Her own desperate need to get out. And so, at some point in time, unmarked yet pregnant, she had given up trying and resigned herself to the stillness.

The struggle stopped. The hope stopped. The restless stopped. She just fell. Still.

And in that stillness something remarkable happened. Something totally unexpected. She began to enjoy; the silence, then closeness, the heat, the ‘is-ness’. She began to feel full but not cramped. Still but not restless. With the resignation a peace fell into her. Over her. And in that peace a wonder unfolded. The shell began to crack. She needn’t even push. Just the movement of her breath was enough to expand and crack the cocoon as it feel from her body. Even in the fresh new air she stayed still, allowing the sun to dry out her body, and give her wings a chance to expand.

And so, here she is. Wings freshly folded, pristine and glistening in the new morning, blissfully present in the humming of the moment, and ready to spread herself wide and let the winds take her to the next leg of her journey.

Where will her wings take you today? Let the winds find you, find your calling, and carry you with the ease of a long, slow, exhale.

If you are interested in having Tjoni Johansen write a personal dreamscape or myth for your self or a project please get in touch via email at tjoni@in-spiral.org.

Many thanks.

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