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FEELING THE NEW CYCLE

Feeling the new cycle. Yesterday I made a journey back, yesterday I lived an end and a beginning, a death and a birth, a night and a day. Yesterday I lived the change inside me, the whole turning of the wheel happened before my eyes in a few hours. The fields were a white carpet as far as I could see with my eyes. The night was very cold and the timid rays of sunshine failed to wake the earth. I was immersed in a bank of fog that was so dense it didn't even let any sound through. That silence is magical and unique, like that of snowflakes falling on top of each other. It is a silence that without words or sound says a thousand things, expresses a thousand feelings and makes us dream, makes us feel. The hawks fluffed their feathers on top of the wooden poles, while the sun began to warm their bodies, while they waited for life to return to the fields so that they could find food. And there they were, Thought and Memory, Hugin and Munin. A pair of ravens, bright and dark as night, watching me as I made my way back. I felt the stillness of the icy white fields, felt the sap of the old oak and birch trees run down the trunks from root to bare branch, felt the earth breathe and sleep under that white blanket. And then everything changed. The white began to turn pale green. The earth seemed to let out its breath. Sun began to caress it and warm its body, the frost and ice began to evaporate in smoke, like an exhalation it disappeared before my eyes in a hypnotising dance. It felt as if the life was slipping away, but it was not. That's just the way the cycle is, over and over again. Because at night it would start all over again, and so day after day, night after night. Yesterday I felt the new cycle being born, and the old cycle dying. Yesterday I travelled from my house to return home, ending one cycle and starting a new one.



 
 
 

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