The Bard and the Cauldron

In the twilight, when trees, bushes, houses and living creatures all dressed in gray, they followed the lights. Almost like fireflies, they appeared between the tree trunks and they were a welcome direction to follow, here where all lines were erased. With the darkness came the cold and as they walked towards the lit windows they shivered in the wind.
Finally they reached a narrow, old door with six small, blurred windows. Behind the grainy glass they sensed movement, light and warmth.
A deep breath.
Then they knocked.

“Come on in,” came the voice from behind the door, the voice not sounding surprised. More like it had been expecting the visitors. They looked at each other and then opened the door with a faint creaking sound from the old hinges.
The warmth hit them like an embrace and the air smelled of…
They looked at each other. It smelled of food and yet not. Their stomachs grumbled in faint anticipation.

“Do sit down,” said a man standing by a large cauldron. He smiled a little and pointed with a dripping spoon at a soft sofa, “You look like you could use a rest.”

They sat down, hesitantly, and admitted in their quiet minds that their legs were indeed very tired. Again they looked at each other as if trying to figure out what to say. They hadn’t really planned to come here. It had just sort of appeared of its own accord in the cold fog of dusk.
But it was nice here. And warm.

“This is Bardensbo,” the man said, meeting their thoughts as his eyes examined the contents of the steaming pot, “I am the Bardensbo brewer.”

They nodded briefly, but said nothing. In the glow of the candlelight, the bard brewer stood thoughtfully stirring his pot. For a while there was only the sound of the flame and the large spoon turning the steaming liquid. The heat displaced the cold in their skin and they felt themselves beginning to relax. Outside the window you could make out a pair of doves, rocking on a branch as they jostled each other.

“It’s going too fast out there,” the bard brewer said, nodding toward an indeterminate spot outside the window. “They’re forgetting to breathe. They’re forgetting to see life.”

The words hung in the air for a bit until he tapped the side of the cauldron with his wooden spoon.

“Whether it’s an ointment, tincture, herbal dye, tea,” he began, “I extract all the power from the plants that have been collected for the purpose. I do this out of respect for each individual plant and because the insignificant must evaporate in order to fully reveal the essence.” He paused as he assessed the liquid in the spoon.
Smelled it.
Felt it between his fingers.
“We should treat our lives the same way.” He looked at them inquiringly.

“Why are you here?”

What are you looking for?

Yes.
Why are you here?

In most cases you will have either followed a link, maybe from my social media platforms or somewhere else or maybe you asked a search engine for a specific thing, that guide you here – much like those lights between the tree trunks.

I am not asking you what your search phrase was – I am asking you to ponder this: what made you search for that specific thing? What made you click that link?
What is your soul looking for?

Too few are we who bother to ask this question.
And this is why the pace of the world is ever growing, scattering the remains of the wasted bodies in the ditches along the way.

More and more look to the past, which is often mistaken for nostalgia that forgets the downsides to the past way of life.
It is my belief that when we seek the Wisdom of our Mother Earth and the Guidance of our Father Sky, and the Inspiration of the Dimensions, we are not dreaming of the past structure of society, but rather the lives that were connected to and aligned with the great circles of natural life.
More and more do we feel the call, the yearning of our Soul to stop, pause, breathe and connect.

At this point many will still consider it odd, nerdy, nostalgic – and not to be taken seriously.
But those of us who have stepped outside the threadmill, who dare to leave capitalism, consumerism and material succes – we know or should I say feel in our bones how rich a human life can truly be, when it is built on alignment.

And I will guess that this search is what has brought you here.
I cannot guarantee you any answers.

But I will promise that there will be plenty of tasters from the Cauldron.
You see, I do not ask you to use my specific recipe. But you can sip and taste as it brews in the Cauldron and the ingredients that you find particularly intriguing, let them be a part of your own brew.

Understand that I am a Spiritual Weaver, a Druid, a Seeker of Truths, but my Truths. What works for my journey, may not work for yours.
I do not offer medical advice and any physical or mental ailments you may carry, should be consulted with a professional.
I am not here to be a leader or a guru – I am here to guide and help you explore.
I do not accept the pedistal, should it be offered.
That is not my role or my path.
And I am rather scared of heights, so I do my work best on the ground.