She called her missing pieces back
Through space and time, a gentle alignment on a misty Autumn day
She toed off her boots as she opened the door to her cottage, the birch wood fire already crackling in the white stone fireplace. She stopped into the solarium, built for her familiar cats and the little dog who was her constant companion. The cats purred in the warmth of the room, sunlight streaming through the glass walls surrounding them. She walked to her kitchen, heating water and preparing a mug of rose tea. Bringing the mug with her, she sat in the tall leather chair by the fireplace, facing the mountain view her front windows revealed. She sipped her tea, gently drawing back the pieces of herself that she’d lost throughout space and time, and releasing those energies within her that were misaligned–like puzzle pieces snapping satisfyingly into place, and the quiet hum of electricity running through the delicate filaments of a lightbulb. She placed down her mug and rose from her chair, her little dog following her through the front door to stand in the bright green, dew covered grass before the mountain. Together, they danced in the mist to the bird song floating on the breeze. They moved energy and time and essence, transforming and setting themselves free.
[A story based on an inner expedition, art in collaboration with AI]