„A door once opened may be stepped through in either direction.” — Madame de Pompadour (Doctor Who)
But of course, there are not just the obvious two directions.
What role does the heart and the mind play when we step through?
We may go straight forward but if our hearts and minds are still in the hallway or room our body left;
the forward-moving direction doesn´t really matter. We´ll be wading through fog and mudd.
I feel like i´ve stepped through it walking backwards.
It´s not with a heavy heat, looking at where i came from, that i move away from it.
Instead, my heart skips some beats, blushing at every smile and touch my Trust guides me with.
Into the deep down known Unkown. There´s still fog and mudd but they have their time and place.
I don´t stumble backwards over the threshold, i let myself fall. Into the colours, sounds, scents and shades of light, and onto mossy forest floor.
Every idea i had, and dreamed about watching it grow up and live its wonderful life,
is a Creative Quest here in this Wildwood. Some with an entourage*, others with only a satchel.
I don´t feel surrounded, but encircled. Summoned.
I don´t feel pressured anymore (which one to follow first?), simply curious to the teeth.
I remember i have a coin on me, in the sacred pocket of my dress, engraved with a symbol of my own,
the one i made (or was made to see?) for this whole journey.
I throw it into the air that is so crisp i set myself on fire, everytime i breathe in (i just might become a dragon, breathing out my fire), and feel into my body: which Quest calls to me as silent as it may stand somewhere around me? It´s not about a yes or no, it´s about how alive it makes me feel; at least for today.
And a soft, firm voice murmurs:
I dress in the colours of twilight,
paint my lips pink and whisper in charcoal –
to go dancing on the edge of the world
until I´m one again, until I´m whole.
*I wanted to write: illustrious entourage because it rolls from my tongue so sweet. Then i thought: no, illustrious is not the word i´m thinking of.. but then i wasn´t thinking of another word, otherwise i could just write it. I felt that other word. Like it´s hiding behind a tree, waiting for me to come get it. And now, a chuckle and a research later, illustrious might just be it.