My Middle Earth


During our Writer´s Circle in June at Kathy´s in The Hague we got “My Middle Earth / My Perfect World” as our subject for our 10 minute speed writing excercise at the beginnig of our writing get together.
This is what came out from my pen…..
to be continued…..

Tentacles grew out of blue, yellow and green stars when Jorden was created.
They all had their different gifts and properties which were tangled into the creation of this mysterious, beautiful, mist filled planet.
Sparkles of love, joy and music showered down from the velvety heavens.
Bundles of warmth, compactness and diversity swirled around her – encompassing her with their rays.
From inside the core the tentacles started infusing wisdom, search and silence.
And in between, inside and surrounding all of this the whispers of the Great Mystery were planted.

Once completed – although completed is a word which does not do justice as She is bustling with movement, adventure and cocooning on all planes, continuously – the stars withdrew.
From above, below and around they stayed at a distance, watching, beaming and ever present.

There was a small, silver blue lake at the bottom of a steep hill. To one side of it the majestic mountains of Theo were towering towards the glimmering heights, being reflected in the water.
On one side of the lake lay a forest of old oak trees and young willows, all flowing with the winds. Sometimes you could hear a faint laughter coming out of the depths of the woods.
On the other side, a sea of green and flowers in all shades of blue, moss and pink were spreading towards the horizon of Eternity.

Cecilia Götherström, 12/6 2013



In our monthly Writer’s Cirlce last week, Kathy came up with the challenging writing exercise to spend 10 minutes speed writing about the subject “Resolution” and to write it on dialogue.
Below are my five minutes and I thought that if I blog it, it has to “be continued”….

“Wake up. Wake up. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake uuuuup!”, a soft voice was sounding in my head. I turned around only to find no one else awake. Just two sleeping dogs on the floor and one snoring husband on my right.

I closed my eyes.

“Waaaaaake uuuuup!”

I sat up straight, putting my feet on the cold floor and there was the voice again;
“Finally! Now put your coat on, grab a cuppa and meet me outside!”

Where the heck did this voice come from? So clear it was too.

I found myself fumbling through the dark in the kitchen, getting a tea mug out of the cupboard, talking out loud in a muffled voice;
“Who are you? Why can I not just go back to bed? What is this crazy stuff going on here?”

Kettle boiled. Tea, honey and milk mixing in the mug and I have gloves, boots, down coat and a beanie covering me and my PJ’s up.

Out on the terrace I speak out towards the dark night;
“OK, you’ve got me out here. What do you want now?, and as I did I realized I was actually not irritated, but curious.
“I am here, to your right”.

I look to the right.
White snow, fir trees in the back where the forests meets the fields, a bright starry sky above and … two yellow eyes staring right at me.

“Uh!” I jump up, spilling hot tea all over my new boots. “Shit!”
Right there is a huge white wolf staring right at me, two smaller grey ones by its side.

The eyes look deep into mine and then towards the fields.
“Let’s go for a walk”.

“A walk”, I say. “The snow is 70 cm deep. Are you out of your mind? A walk?”

– Is that a sigh I detect from grey wolf # I?
“get your darn ski’s out then and ski along.”

“This is totally insane, completely nuts, I am not here, I am not awake, this is not happening”, I hear myself saying as I muck about the mess in the garage to find my red cross country ski’s at 3 in the morning.
“Oh yes it is, and oh no you are not”.