Portals

There was a young girl in a family who was known as a cycle breaker. She spoke out against her family many times, but each time she did, the punishments got louder and louder - until one day, the girl’s colours had all wilted. But one night in a dream, alone and afraid, a doorway appeared with a woman stood on the other side.  There were many colours surrounding her and as she reached out her hand the little girl walked through. Standing on a beach, 5 women approached from different directions: one from the sea, one on the left, one by the hillside, and the other in front. They walked into a circle and clasped hands. As palm touched palm, she stood in the centre, lightening orbs began to stream into the girl from the women and shoot into the sky. Cascading with colour away from the world, she saw possibilities she had not yet dreamt of…She saw many doorways in that moment, many paths and hope for what was to come. And when she opened her eyes and looked around, each woman was no longer a stranger but a different version of herself.  Each woman, each version had come forward, back and through time to show her she was not alone. and the little girl knew, if she painted her world with colour - the doorway of possibility would always remain by her side.