Diving into the abyss

Art by Elora Fina. Instagram: @elorafina

Last night I dreamed of a bird. A fluffy little bird that flew from bush to bush, pollinating the flowers. The bird whistled a tune of endings and beginnings. It sang of snow and fire and wind. It flew high up onto the magic mountain and then dove deep into the abyss. And in that abyss it drowned, only to be reborn again. And so the cycle continued, the song, the flight, the fall, the rise. The letting go, the unbearable lightness of empty space followed by resurrection.

The bird flew up and looked into my eyes: “The ribbons tying your heart must unbind themselves,” she said. “This takes time and patience. A lot of it is waiting. Quietly, calmly, not rushing things. Just going along on your journey. There is a reason the envelope had not yet been opened. The universe is not trying to keep you in suspense, it’s just that all shall be revealed in perfect time. When you let go of fear, then your song will be heard. Freedom is what I wish for you, my dear human,” she whispered.

And this I wish for you, my dearest friend. Find your song and allow yourself to hear it. Look in the mirror into your own eyes and see the abyss. Then dissolve into it and be reborn as freedom.

Much love,



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