THE NEW/OLD CHILDREN

THE NEW/OLD CHILDREN 12/14/2011

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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