Freya in The Garden of Soul (Ep 5)- Photo & Text by Irina Gache

      Freya in the Garden of Soul is an episode-based surrealist novel that I decided to publish online as I go along with the writing process. It focuses on the journey of a character named Freya in the realms of the unconscious where she meets and interacts with different phantasmagorical characters that challenge her sense of self through different riddles and sayings that may be perceived as subtitle advice from inner guides.

Full of metaphors, parables, and leads, Freya aims to lead the reader into a journey of inner discovery that anyone can relate to if immersed into the story with an open mind. She will question herself, what she sees, feels and thinks and the world in the labyrinth she found herself into, provoking everyone that enters with her to do that as well.

        Irina Gache

                 Freya walks barefoot with her head looking at the ground. She feels the cold mud on the sole of her feet. At the edges of her eyes, the trees seem to go back as she moves, leaving them behind one after another.

               “Hey there! Stop for a minute!” a voice catches her attention. She looks around and doesn’t see anyone.

               “Who’s there and where are you? I cannot see you!” says Freya looking everywhere in her surroundings.

               “Here! Follow my voice, look a little lower to your left!” she hears the voice again and to her astonishment sees a talking leaf. She wipes her eyes to make sure she isn’t dreaming.

               “How can you talk? You are just a leaf!” asks Freya a bit amused, a bit surprised.

               “I am something you forgot. I can talk for all the moments you lost your voice. I am as merely alive and real as you are. My dear, here nothing is what you’d expect it to be!” says the leaf.

               Freya reaches down and grabs the leaf in her hand touching it gently. She puts her face onto it and feels the touch of the plant on her cold face.

               “Why did you call me?” she asks the leaf.

               “Because you needed me and I came. You are so lost sometimes that you can’t even open your mouth to ask for help. I felt your calling in the wind and knew you were to come here. Don’t be afraid, you are but a child in need of a warm cradle and security. Be free with me and show me how I can help.”

               Freya lifts her head and takes the leaf in her hand guiding it towards her eyes.    

               “I can’t cry, though it hurts. I’d give you my tears to hold if I could.” Says Freya sobbing, trying to connect to her heart’s pain.

               “My dear, when you will cry I shall collect your tears and water the ground with them, from which I will grow with you. There’s a time for watering, a time for grounding, a time for flying and a time for burning, and another one for wholeness. Slow your pace, everything comes at the right time. Nothing is but a moment connected with everything. There’re leaves in this garden that have eyes, sounds in the wind that you can hear, roots in the ground that will grab you if you stumble, warmth in the fire that never stops burning and faith in between that will prepare you for what you came here to do.” says the leaf moving gently on a soft sound that the wind makes. Freya moves with the leaf and starts dancing to the rhythm she is hearing.

               “Dear Freya, I will teach you about balance. I welcome your body and I shall embrace it with the sounds I play.” She hears the wind whispering between the trees and their leaves while it caresses her skin.

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About the author: Irina Gache is a visual artist and writer from Bucharest, Romania. You can find more about her by checking her portfolio or by following her on Facebook. Stay tuned for her next episodes.

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Irina Gache is a visual artist and writer from Bucharest, Romania. Her main preoccupation is photography but she also loves to give life to images through other media like paintings and collages. When she writes she does it in a surrealist way and allures the reader into the text by making it very visual and with riddle-like challenges. "I like my text to move like a motion picture in the reader's mind where he/she can project himself/herself into. When I write I see a whole movie being created".

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