This is a tale of a girl.
A girl with dreams and imagination and hope and a fire inside.
She also has a gypsy~witch soul.
She is a free spirit connected to nature and content away from society.
Recently, something in her has changed.
Her fire still burns but now she can feel the flame.
There is a pain in her heart.
She is hurting so much.
She feels the need to run, but where?
How?
She screams at the moon with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Help me!" she cries.
The pain is overwhelming.
Crushing.
She hopes her voice will carry to the clouds and beyond.
She needs the Universe's help.
A breeze picks up.
The girl breathes in the cool air.
It dries her tear soaked face and hair.
The lunar glow washes over her body.
She calms for the moment.
Focussing on the beauty and wonder of the moon and stars.
She still feels the pain, but it has eased.
Exhaustion steals her strength.
She feels numb now.
Surrendering to it all, she climbs the wooden steps to her wagon.
Her Familiar waiting for the Girl's arrival.
Together they curl up safe, warm and content with each others company.
The pillows curl around in a nest.
The heavy blanket fluffs over her.
The wind outside blows through the trees.
The moonbeams stream in the window.
The Universe is protecting her.
Always.
🤍🤍🤍
