Part 2 in the Helena Series
Still smiling, Helena walked over to the tiny oak sapling and knelt down beside it.
“Grandma,” she said again, only this time a little louder, “I’m so glad you’re still here.”
At the same moment, a breeze gently stroked her dark brown locks. To Helena it felt as if Grandma was talking to her by way of the wind. She smiled even more and took pleasure in the warm, glowing sensation she felt in her heart. Then, she stood up and walked slowly to the big oak that shaded the little oak from the heat of the afternoon sun.
Many years ago, in a little mining town in the north, a newborn baby boy lay ill from pneumonia in his hospital cot. As the wind howled in the fjord outside, he gasped for air and longed for the loving warmth of his mother. Where was she? He felt her alright, even though she was not near, in the same way he could hear the comforting resonance of his father’s voice. Why then, could he not decide whether to live or die?
While writing this story, I can hear the storm wind howling outside. It’s soaring through the trees and making their wintery, bare branches groan. It makes me feel restless. Or is it the other way around? Is my restlessness combined with the restlessness of the people around me causing the wind to blow harder? I believe we influence the world around us more than we may be aware of. Also, I believe everything is connected and interactive. I believe in the butterfly effect.
How do you feel about a day at the beach? Well, I can say I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, I absolutely hate wet sand between my toes, and I can never sit in the sun for very long, yet, on the other hand, there is so much for me to enjoy. For instance, the feeling of the surge tugging at me in the shallow water, the sensation of a sea breeze caressing my hair, and the freedom I experience while swimming under water. I especially love the latter, and take great pleasure in ‘floating in my own weightless, timeless world’.
Consider this for a moment. Our Earth is located in the solar system, which is located in the Milky Way, which is located in the Universe, which is located in the Cosmos. And then? What lies beyond the Cosmos? And where does that end? Hang on, where there’s an end there’s a beginning. Oh right, I can see it now: there are two little boys playing marbles in the backyard. One of their marbles is our Cosmos. The time needed for that one marble to bump into another marble is a few seconds. Speaking in terms of the boys’ planet, that is. Converted to Earth time: umpteen billion light years.