I have to stop and study this phenomenon. When I reach out my hand to try touch it, it feels hard and solid, and I realize that I am touching one of the shelves. It spins lightly around like it never reaches the ground, and when I grab the front of the shelf, it is instantly locked to my hand. When I take my hand back again, it immediately releases itself from my “grasp.”
I now try to take out a book, and a purple one follows. I read the front of it: “Self Worth.” I take the book with me as I walk back to the fireplace.
Wait – what fireplace? When I enter the room that I previously warmed myself in, where I ate a cup and drank a heavenly drink – it is no longer there. Instead, I am outside – but I am not cold. The tons of snow that I walk in isn’t raw, and I bend down to touch it: the same as I felt in the beginning – soft and warm and very mysterious!
I look around. It seems like I am in a garden. When I walk past some trees with layers of snow on them – I see a house with warm and inviting windows. I stare at the windows: inside I can see my living room, with the fireplace and everything that I have decorated. I walk around the house to find the door. But there is nothing there.
The fireplace crackles like it did – and I can’t get in there. I start to walk around in the garden to see what it is that I can do.
Halfway desperate I stand there without knowing what to do. It looks like the fireplace crackles like it did – and I can’t get in there. I start to walk around in the garden to see what it is that I can do.
I smile when I start to collect the snow that acts like it wants to be molded into some shape. I laugh a little, and then I begin to sing.
Cosmic Backyard’s Christmas Calendar 2017:
Christmas Corner Part 6