Passing in to another world

The door has always been there. Only now has it chosen to swing open and bid me entry.She is waiting on the other side; patient, calm and serene. She takes my hands in hers and greets me fondly as if she has missed me though I am sure I have never seen her before.

In the dwindling evening light she places a soft embroidered bag in my hands.

My gift to you.

I untie the bag, crouch down, gently emptying its contents on the grass before me. She sits with me as I pore over the items.

What are these?

Talismans, she replies, to help you on your journey. To give you guidance and remind you why you are here.

I look again at the objects on the grass.

A beautifully printed, colourful, paper packet.

Dream Seeds. Plant them, you will know when, they will inspire and surprise you.

A pair of gold-rimmed, rectangular spectacles.

For clarity, vision and understanding.

A candlestick.

For enlightenment.

A tiny, silver anchor.

No matter where you are in your adventures, remember, if you need, you can find safety, help and rest.

A highly polished medallion, embossed with a proud unicorn.

Accept impossibility and beauty.

A pair of silver wings.

There is no limit to your imagination.

The last object is a dull, tarnished brass key.

What about this?

That is your own special gift. You must find its significance. I cannot tell you for I do not know.

Take care of everything, keep your bag with you at all times, it is irreplaceable… Now it is time to go. You must ride tonight.

I gather all the objects, return them to the bag and tuck it deep into my pocket. I turn to thank her, but she has disappeared. All I can see, further down the hill, are the stables.

Chefleur