Golden windows

They never failed to move her . Those golden windows from the house on the hill. Every day after supper the girl would look across the valley and her eyes would sparkle as she wondered at the beauty that stirred her so deeply. One evening drawn towards the light she felt compelled with the setting sun to follow her  heart’s yearning. It would be a long journey down into the dark valley, where the wild & unknown things wandered. And a perilous climb up the rocky hill face to the house with the windows of wonder. There was a strange silence & many shifting shadows. As the small hero pressed forward. Trusting her instincts to guide her through the night. She learns to befriend the darkness, to accept the pain of her lostness & to believe in the power of the light that she loved.

As dawn breaks the young pilgrim is scratched & bruised, now climbing slowly, but approaching with every step her  desired destination. Breathless with excitement, but exhausted from her long nights adventure. The girl collapses wearily on the doorstep. 

“Please tell me” she whispers to the bright eyed man who extends his  arms to her . “Please tell me, is this the house with the golden windows”

With a tender smile, full of love & compassion, though his voice tinted with concern. Will the child understand this truth? He is pointing back over the valley still shrouded in mist & shadow. High on the hill was a little house, it’s windows on fire with the pure white light of the morning sun. Quietly they stand in the presence of mystery. The girl sensed it was the most important moment in her life . There, the man said gently. There, where you live , there, where you belong

You will find the windows of wonder.

Merry Christmas x

Portrait of Olya