So, today I thought I would make this star that according to yesterday's story is now up in the skies, where it used to be. I found a star mandala with lots of lines that gave me an impression of dynamic movement.

The star is travelling in the dark skies, it's too hard to stay still. Distances are really big up there. It tries to explore its nearest environment but its dream is to reach all the other shinning stars that its eye can catch. The star is very aware of its orbit... Its orbit gives stability, security and the joy of repetition. But curiosity is a strong feeling for the star. "What's out there?", it wonders. It will have to make a decision. If it tries with all its strength it might be possible to get out of its orbit, risking not to be able to come back again? It thought that it might could come back again or maybe it will make a crazy speedy journey until it finds another orbit. Its a big decision. It has to think about it seriously.  

Today's Mandala.
I started the day trying to draw a mandala. I found numerous mandala samples on the web, it was like a noise of mandalas. I thought I would try the first that really stands out for me. It was this one, uncolored. I liked the perplexity and the nest that protects the centre. Seemed meaningful. Maybe I could tell its story as it chronologically came out through my coloring.


There were lots of fading stars that were burning like flames of fire. They were holding each other's hands, dancing the dance of fire, surrounded by the woods. In the middle, a lonely and cold star was dying. It was trying hard to feel the heat, the warmth of the fire dance but it couldn't. The skies and the rivers had made a cold nest around it and the heat couldn't reach the star. Heavy rain was falling. The cold air from the woods was blowing on the star. It tried to keep standing on its feet. But it had no more strenght. It started falling down turning pale. But the pink Knights with their golden horses were guarding the star. It couldn't see them because they were too far. But they could see the star from the height of their tall horses. They stood on their horses and started running in circles throught the fire and the water. The fire burned them but the water helped them cool down. The air pushed them towards the star. In a moment they embraced each little hand of the star with their kind arms. They held it tight and pushed it up to the skies, close to the Sun but also far enough, to the place where it had fallen from.