I can feel the pull. I am aware of where I am but have no control over my movements. One step after another I keep moving forward, seemingly unable to stop. All I can see are trees, straight trunks rising all around me. The snow is sparse here, although when I brush against a tree I sometimes get a small deposit on my head.
After I have seemingly been walking forever I come to a clearing. The snow is thicker here, although there seems to be a mound of grass in the centre which is green and almost flowing with life.
Once my eyes focus on the grass the pull becomes even stronger and now I am almost running towards the rising. Once I am there I come to a sliding halt, as if it is surrounded by a force field. But the urge is now in my heart, I want to touch that lush green. But my feet are locked in place.
“How dare she tease me like this?” I think, “She? Why did I think that?”
My feet begin to move, and I follow. I am walking the perimeter of the mound. It is only about 10 metres across so it doesn’t take long to complete a lap. After a couple more times around I find myself stopping at one spot. Staring at the ground I feel as if I am about to begin drooling with excitement, I seem to know this is the way in. Yet still, I cannot move my feet forward.
“She is yours, I am yours, we are one,” I hear, as if from the air.
It is the same voice as before, but I cannot see anyone around me. When I look back toward the mound I can feel a shift and my feet begin to move forward. Now I am standing in the middle, the grass reaching up to my ankles. I feel at home, and content.
The earth begins to move, first a crack, then it widens and my feet begin to sink. But I feel no panic, only a sensation of welcoming gratitude.
To be continued…
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