I’ve been fighting with myself again, because the next scene in the story that is coming to me is not in order and all I can think of is how confusing this whole thing could be. But a very good friend told me that the process is part of what you are here for… and what I am learning is that if I don’t take what’s given everything dries up completely. I can’t force the other parts of the story to come out. Even things that were crystal clear a week ago drift out of my grasp like something afloat on the tide.
So, ever so humbly, I’m here. This is the portion that has been burned in my head for a while. And like the arrival of a baby, it chooses when it’s coming without my say so! We’ve jumped time and Erna is grown. She is being deposited on the land across the loch where she witnessed the ceremony so many years ago.
But it is not her first time.
And she is not alone.