“She opened the hidden door and entered the tree. There were stairs and she took them down, her eyes shining like opals of uncertain fortunes.
Inside she stayed for days, weeks, years, or perhaps many lifetimes, nobody will ever know.
Until came the day and the stairs were gone, and her home in the tree was no longer what she needed. She found herself outside in the forest with nothing to guide her except the voice in her head that told her to walk.
She walked for days until she found a marked path and a wrinkled map. That map took her around the world, and she experienced wonder, magic, riches, but also tragedy, misery and poverty. She met people of all cultures, colors and beliefs. She ate food she had never tasted before and drank from the generous cups of the people she met.
Finally, she took all that home, back to her tree, but she didn’t go in and hide. She knew she had a responsibility to share what she had learned, that we are all together.
If her cup had more than theirs, she would fill them up so they could fill up someone else’s. That way she would try and get her message across.
When we all have the same, are the same, we all survive. Together.”