Finding your way back home

Once upon a time, in the mysterious realms that exist beyond the edge of new dreams, there lived a young woman named Moonflower. One day she awoke on a deserted beach, surrounded by the whispers of the ocean and the shade of tall coconut palm trees. As she walked into this new landscape, the sand beneath her feet felt cool and comforting as if the beach itself welcomed her here.

Moonflower strolled along the shoreline for a while. And as she strolled, she discovered a treasure trove scattered at her feet: broken pieces of seashells, fragments of sea glass, and the remnants of forgotten stories that awaited her. She kneeled down and took time to touch the edges of each shell and piece of sea glass and as her fingertips were caressing them, something awakened deeper within.

It was a mosaic of ancient soul memories, waiting to be reassembled.

Feeling a new sense of purpose, Moonflower began to gather the seashell fragments and pieces of sea glass in a basket; she felt that each piece, weathered by the tides of time, held a story of its own. She walked and walked, entranced by the rhythm of the ocean waves and the gentle rustle of the coconut palm leaves. These magnificent trees were witnessing her creative journey, generously offering their fruits as daily nourishment.

And after a while...in the solitude of that quiet beach, Moonflower felt a calling—a calling to create something beautiful from all the brokenness that surrounded her. Her basket was now filled with all sizes and shapes of shells, pebbles and pieces of sea glass. She watched herself pick up a dry coconut and then meticulously started adorning it by placing each shell and shard of sea glass on it as if guided by an unseen hand that seemed to know the precise place where each fragment belonged. She did this while singing a lovely new song, allowing the sound particles to settle gently over the surface of this whole new coconut, this brand new creation.

She would stop for a brief moment to admire this masterpiece holding it in her hands and turning it around and around. It was as if the universe itself was whispering secrets to her, revealing a pattern only she could perceive. And moments turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. The dry coconut became a canvas for her multidimensional art, adorned with the treasures of the sea. Her heart song had infused every small piece, and as she added it on, she felt a profound connection with the true meaning beyond this playful craft.

Moonflower understood that she was not merely on a deserted beach; she found herself in a realm of awareness between dreams and this was a sacred mission for her. Each shell fragment, each glass shard was a symbol of healing, a reminder that a fierce beauty could emerge from brokenness.

As she glued on the final piece of a seashell on the coconut, time stood still.

The beach, once deserted, now echoed with the silent applause of a gentle thunder. Moonflower's eyes were filled with tears of gratitude and she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Suddenly, she awoke—not to the familiar warmth of the sun and the sound of waves, but to a new dream within her dream. Moonflower found herself in a garden filled with sunlight, where she could hear laughter and giggles echoing like small streams of water. It was her playful inner child, radiant and carefree, calling to her...

"Please, come...come with me", she beckoned her to come forward.

And they held hands.

Without words to be spoken, only through the joy and guidance of her inner child, Moonflower realized the depth of her journey: the mosaic she had crafted on the deserted beach was a metaphor for the human soul—a collection of experiences, shattered and scattered that had been waiting to finally be embraced and reassembled. And with the wisdom gleaned from her dream within a dream, Moonflower understood that her journey was not solitary.

Through her own transformation, she became a beacon for humankind. Her playful inner child, now a part of her Essence, would guide others as well to rediscover their own glowing light amidst the broken pieces.

And Moonflower was now ready to venture into the waking world. Her own heart, a beautiful mosaic of stories had become a guiding star for all who longed to find their way back home—to the essence of joy, playfulness, and the boundless divine beauty that lies within.