_ Remembrances

Do you remember that little girl who spent so much of her time with her gaze to the skies and the ground below her feet?   That little girl met many people along her way and each would have a few words to say.  Some she would listen to and tuck away for later, and some she’d block or throw away.  They weren’t meant for her.  And sometimes that little girl would also have words to say that were meant for someone else to tuck away.

This is the story of another little girl who also saw the earth and the skies as she walked along but this little girl was also her own person and a little different than the one who named herself Lucky.  This little girl was much more matter of fact in the things she saw.  She is one of the “New Children” who have come to visit us and is the granddaughter of the little girl who named herself Lucky.

The “new little girl” you meet today, loves cats, horses, bushes, trees, flowers and – yes – the rocks she shares with her grandma.  One day, she and her grandma were walking towards her house when grandma saw the little girl’s kitty playing in the bush.  The grandma called to the little girl to watch, and then realized the kitty was not playing after all.  It was hurting one of the little birds the grandma loved so much.  She loved the little girl more – so instead of trying to rescue the little bird (who was already beyond rescue), tried to lead her away so she would not see.  The kitty also loved the little girl and proudly came toward her to share “his” treasure.  The grandma kept trying to save the little girl from this harsh fact of life, but it was not to be.  The little girl had words of wisdom to share and this was occurring as it must be.

The little girl turned back, took the little dead bird from the kitty, and in the way only little girls can, told him how bad he had been.  She turned to her grandma and asked her to “fix” the little bird as she had done for her another time not so long ago.  Grandma, very sadly, told the little girl that his time her magic could not help.

Mommy came up to the little girl and said that they should bury the little bird in a hole in the ground as that is what was done with little dead creatures.   The little girl looked at her Mommy and in that very matter of fact way she has, said “No.  That’s not what you do at all.”  Mommy, being a very wise woman herself, said “All right then.  You show me where this little bird goes.”

 

The little girl took the bird back and led her mommy into the bush.  They crawled through fences, over fallen logs, through the dead leaves lying on the floor of the “forest” and every once in a while mommy would say “This looks like a good spot”.  The little girl would look at her incredulously and shake her head “No”.  At long length, the little girl and her Mommy came to an old dead stump of a tree in that “forest” by their home.  The little girl stopped and said “Here”.  She handed the little dead bird to her Mommy and bent down to make a nest of leaves and twigs.  Her hands were tiny so it was very difficult for her.  Mommy asked if she could help, set the little bird down and helped the little girl finish the nest; then, since the little girl couldn’t reach so high, placed the nest on the top of that old dead tree stump.  The little girl checked that Mommy had done it right, and handed the little bird to Mommy to place in the nest.

When they were done, the little girl turned to her Mommy and said in her very matter of fact way: “There.  That’s how you do it.  Don’t you know anything.”  The little girl turned away without another word and led her Mommy home.  Mommy smiled to herself at the wonder of this little girl who had come to stay with her and said not a word until she told the story to the grandma – who now tells it to you.

And, as you watch the little ones that come to stay with us in these times of change, listen to their words and treasure these wise children that are gifts to us in and of themselves.

My children are my joy in life
My legacy and my treasure.
Their small ones follow with ancient eyes.
Their innocence is but a guise,
To hide their souls as old as time
From prying eyes that seek to douse the light
Of burning white that burns and glows inside them.
The divine spark inside will not be denied!
They remember still the world beyond,
Its love and wonders full of glory.
And so it is they come to stay,
Their guardian angels close beside,
To hold their hands while they open wide,
Our own remembrances of The Other Side.

And the next time we speak of little girls with special gifts, it will be about sharing hurtful things that heal many others simply by the telling.

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River rocks


Do you remember that little girl who spent so much of her time with her gaze to the skies and the ground below her feet?  As she walked, she would watch for some little treasure that called to her from the earth below her feet.  Sometimes it was an inconspicuous little piece of petrified rock and she would wonder what it had all seen.  Sometimes it was a simple white rock polished by waters and winds she could not remember having seen or experienced, and sometimes it was just a tiny little piece of no importance to anyone else but her.  The other children would laugh and tease her for holding it so close.  As children do, she was curious and would spend hours cracking her rocks open with hammers and larger rocks to see and marvel at the colors and sparkles inside.  She spent hours looking for just that perfect one to save for her room.  She did not know that rocks are also were beings of light and should perhaps not be treated in this way, but she was just a child and the rocks, the earth and heavenly beings understood and smiled at her curiosity.

She grew older but the fascination with the rocks of the earth continued unabated.  She got married, had children and took them on trips to the wonders of the world of rocks.  Now she takes her grandchildren on this special journey as well and marvels with them at the treasures they find along the way.  One day, as she was travelling by herself on a little holiday through mountainous roads, she took a wrong turning and drove for hours and hours along a road that seemed to lead nowhere.  The lady, now a grandma, was still that little girl inside, and now, as then, time was of no importance to her, so she would drive for a bit, stop and look at the clouds and the earth, pick up a little stone (although now they could be larger as her pockets were deeper and she had a car in which to store them), and move on her way again.  It was fun for the grandma and she found many treasures that day. 

As she drove along the twisting turning road, there was a wide, white and green and blue river just off to her left side and she saw diamond-like sparkles in the banks alongside it.  She wanted to stop, but the river was on the wrong side, so she had to travel a little bit further and turn around.  She did just that, found the spot again, parked her car on the side of the road and walked through sand to the water’s edge.  There my dear, were the rocks of her dreams – huge white rocks of white, sparkling in the sun with every color of the rainbow.  She had never seen such a thing.  These were rocks of quartz, large enough to use as a table, large enough to use as a chair, and some so large she could have used as a bed.   That grandma with the little girl still inside, sat down on one of the rocks and gazed at all the beauty and grandeur around her in awe-inspired wonder.  The force of the power in the rock upon which she sat poured through her and time stood still for a while.  She looked to the skies and they were blue and white and shades of grey from the clouds that still called her name.  After a time, she woke from her dream-like state and looked around with different eyes.  Children splashed in the water not far away, parents stood back to watch – though some of them played.  Time was still of no importance to her so she simply sat and watched a while, but of course, she felt drawn to the earth and looked down again.  There, shining at her feet was a treasure she wanted to keep.  She had no shovel, so with her hands, she dug in the sand.  The little rock was far larger than she thought, and most of it was buried deep, but she kept on digging until she had it freed.  It was humungous in her eyes compared to the small bit that she had first seen.  She hugged it to her chest and carried it up to the car to save from her trip.  The little girl inside said: “Wait!  I know there’s more.”  That grandma still loved the little girl so they headed back to the rivers shore and spent their time digging and hauling their rocks back to the car until her arms were sore.  As the day started to fade and the sun went down, the grandma went back to her car and headed back to town.  She was staying with friends at this National Park.  She told them of her day and shared the story of the treasures she’d found.
“Oh no.” they said, “These things you can’t keep.  It’s a national park and the fine is steep”
Well that grandma was going home the next day and thought “We’ll just see about that.  If they’re meant to be mine it will be as it must be.”

And the rocks with her grandchildren she shared.  And the rest sit in her gardens and the house where she lives.

And the next time we share, it will be a tale of another little girl who has something to tell.

And in the meantime:

Take your children on a special journey.
Show them where the fairies live.
Watch their faces glow in joy and wonder
As they seek and find some special treasure.
Look to the rainbow and its pot of gold,
The mist in the morning as the day unfolds.
The clouds in the skies and the pictures they paint
In the eyes of your child - and you if you’ll seize -
The moment to watch as they pass with the breeze.
Wander the hills, the forests and mountains.
Each and every path that you find
Will have its own special meaning and beauty.
(an excerpt from “In Search of My Soul – A Healing Journey” by the author of this story)

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Stories of Rocks and Ghosts for Children and Parents

An Introduction

There was a little girl, a long time ago who always walked with her eyes gazing at her feet or raised to the skies above.  Years later she met a man who told her that was wrong and she should keep her eyes straight ahead to the road in front of her, but that was never who she was, so we’ll return to that little girl once again.

The little girl had a fascination with rocks and often stopped in her tracks for one that called to her until, finally, her pockets fat with the weight of them; she’d turn and trudge on home.  The extra weight made it a little more difficult, so every once in awhile she’d stop, lie down on the ground, and lose herself in the clouds floating overhead.  She would see wonderful pictures in those clouds.  Sometimes there were puppies, sometimes she’d see frogs, and sometimes even elephants and tigers would float through the skies and she would make up stories about the things she saw in her mind.  And sometimes, on very special days, the clouds would become angels, princesses and beautiful castles in the air.  That little girl loved the days that happened and her stories in her mind would be sooo colorful and bright.

Time was of no importance to the little girl at that time, and she was in no hurry.  Eventually, when the time felt right, she’d get up and move on for a little while until the clouds called her name again.  Many stops and starts later, the little girl would arrive home, unload her treasure, and gaze at it in a sort of awed pleasure for a while.

That little girl met many people along her way and each would have a few words to say.  Some words she would listen to and tuck away for later, and some she’d block or throw away.  They weren’t meant for her.  As the little girl grew older, many things happened to her and these are the stories we’ll share with you – little bit by little bit because that is the way things are meant to unfold and be treasured.

The next story you will hear is of that little girl all grown up and a grandma now.  But always, where it counts the most, she is still the little girl with her eyes gazing at her feet and raised to the skies and the clouds that float overhead.


The sun in the sky is an open door
To wonders and glories to great to score.
I love my life and I hope each day
The joy that I feel is the norm for you today;
To know just why you chose this way –
The child you were and are today.