STORY TIME
I lived in a gorgeous big white house made of glass. There were huge glass windows all around the house. Even the roof of the living room was completely made out of glass. The sky was blue and the sun was shining, lighting up the entire living room. A few clouds, soft as brushstrokes, drifted across the sky.
This was a place of peace and rest, light and warmth. I was sitting barefoot on the floor knitting a cord. Why was I knitting a cord? I could not tell you.
The moment they left, the stillness deepened. And then
it happened…
My siblings were visiting and hung out in another room. After a while they appeared in the doorway, cheerful and casual, telling me they were going shopping and asked if I wanted to come with them. I declined because I was enjoying myself. I smiled, greeted them, and went back to my knitting.
The moment they left, the stillness deepened. And then… it happened…
With a deafening bang, something erupted from the floor beside me — a massive rope, thick enough to anchor a ship, shot straight upward through the living room, tearing through the stillness and splitting the serene space in two. It tore through the glass ceiling and broke it open.
I jumped aside to avoid the falling shards of glass and watched, stunned, as the rope continued its ascent - rising higher and higher, past the clouds, until it vanished into infinity.
I stood in awe while looking up at the rope in the sky, unable to comprehend how something so immense could emerge from the depths of the earth and reach endlessly into the sky.
For a moment, everything was suspended in awe.
Then the rope began to fall - fast, heavy, unstoppable. It felt as though someone released it from above, and at the same time, as if I were somehow pulling it down myself.
Then… the rope dragged the entire sky down with it.
It crashed through the glass ceiling and plunged back into the same hole in the floor from which it had first erupted. And something had come down. A serene darkness.
All at once, the entire firmament hung above me like a new ceiling within arm’s reach. I felt as though I could bump my head against it.
It was a deep, deep dark blue — almost black, yet unmistakably blue — a shade I had never seen before. Majestic, breathtaking, and terrifying all at once, it felt like a vast blanket descending over my head.
I suddenly felt small, as though I were a miniature version of myself, and the firmament a giant bending low to study me with its immense, unseen face.
The air was thick with mystery. I stood there in awe and fear, in the middle of my living room with the floor torn open and the ceiling shattered, craning my neck upward until it almost hurt to look.
Then, my siblings returned from shopping. I ran to them, trying to explain what I’d witnessed. “Did you see the sky?” I asked.
“It was right here, just above us! Deep, very deep DARK blue, almost close enough to touch!”
They gazed at me with quiet bewilderment and shrugged their shoulders. As if nothing had happened beyond the windows, the sky had returned to its pale serenity, the clouds drifting lazily through sunlight. The floor was sealed, the glass ceiling flawless once more. The vision was gone — dissolved into the ordinary. Only I had seen it…
Ever since that day, I still look up, half expecting the sky to lean closer again.
Until next time, luv ya.
Gloria
“The story ends here, but your reflection begins at Haus of Healing where symbols speak and souls remember.”
