Vision 2

For many long months she felt confused...she...who was sure of nothing, but being able to hear what her heart has to say to her..got discouraged...she was the opposer of giving in for the brain at all times, in all circumstances..finally started to think..she felt like her feelings, emotions..her intuition tricked her...for a long time she managed to stand against the storm, like a young willow tree, swaying in the strong wind...as people's opinion about her feelings hit her..but a point came, when she was at the edge of the cliff, ready to give in...close her heart away, being frustrated that this heart tricked her...she was sure that she felt the connection, she was thinking there is something in the background that is yet new to her, therefore cannot capture...but she was sure of the elemental force connecting her to the secret world they formed together...she was feeling that this world had 2 entrances..one known to her..and one known to the one, she shared this world with...but at one point her logic..brain..and "proofs" heard from others started to overtake her...and slowly the door to the secret world started to diminish...and then...a miracle happened...despite of all her indifference and loss of hope...someone grabbed her hand and took her to the door...she was saved...she was reassured...that she was not wrong...what she felt was true...her heart was wise, and did not betray her...

It was on that day, that she felt an immense joy because she did not have to bury the secret world...she did not have to give in to her brain, and ego...she felt so happy by this recognition, that she wished to enter that secret world, full of surprises and miracles right away...it was already dusk...the day was preparing for sleeping...but she was not...she was wearing a deep blue dress..made of silk...embroidered with stars and the moon...if you know the painting of Mucha, titled "Moon" you can get a better picture of what she had on...the field..the velvety light green field was turning to deep green...so seducing...calling her...promising her all the softness her feet could ever experience...so cheerfully she took a step, and made her way towards the field...the grass was wet with dew, and the little waterdrops playfully tickled her feet...she smiled at the setting sun and said goodbye...her time had come...she was about to enter another dimension..a different world, where everything has a silvery tone to it...where there are legends, and mystic tales swinging about in the air...as she kept on walking, the first stars appeared on the sky...shining like gemstones, reminding her of the multitude of universes she was so keen on discovering...they always were her friends...so reliable, so precious...guiding the lost travelers, promising everlasting heaven to the lovers.  Fireflies started to raise...like little lanterns making the field look like the perfect imitation of the sky...she had to laugh upon realizing the similarity..as above so below...as outside, so inside...she crossed the meadow, and found herself on the shores of a crystal clear lake..there were no waves, only a fresh breeze playing with her chestnut brown hair..she knew she had to wait...she sank deep into marveling at the peacefully sleeping swan couple nearby, sat down and listened carefully.  She was free...free to give in...to give away, to melt into, to dissolve.....in this moment, she captured sight of the waking moon...the goddess.... her friend, listener, supporter and storyteller...as the moon grew more and more rounded she could feel the energy about her changing...the little animals in the grass became more fidgety...everyone was getting prepared to welcome the mystical power the night was radiating....she slowly started to get rid of her dress...soon there she was, in the silvery light, on the shore of the lake, her curves casting the shadow of an hour glass behind her.....she was ready to dive into the silky water...with a jump she was in...the water wrapped her body..soothed her skin, and allowed her to feel weightless...she let out a deep sigh, followed by a loud laugh..the surface of the lake by now was covered in silver, the little waterdrops created by her splashing rolled away like pearls..she looked at the moon, and took a glimpse of her face...much like her own..pale skin..translucent, blue shimmering eyes...smiling at her..taking care of her...sharing this magical world with her...she took a dive again, laughed again and thanked the moon again...The moon knew too well what lay on her heart...knew what she's been through and did not want her to doubt her heart again..therefore she gave her a gift...it was delivered on moonrays, guarded by night fairies that dance around children's bed while they are sleeping and the moon caresses their face...it was a stone...a white, translucent stone...with a blue shimmer...some thought it to be the tear of the night queen...The girl took it with gratitude in her heart...and looked at her magnificent friend...the moon said to her only this: Trust the wisdom of your heart...for a while she could not help to be puzzled...such wise words carved into a S T O N E ....something that was thought to be so rigid, and cold..not possible to form, only if broken....but she knew the moon had her reasons...so she looked at the stone once more, enclosed it in her palm, and promised herself that she will never let her ears be deaf to what her heart has to tell her again....

This weekend I bought a moonstone pendant..and truly I take it as a special stone..and I thought it is worth expressing my connection to it through the tale above...