 Spiritual: October 07, 2020 Issue [#10406] |
This week: Dwarf Is Telling You a Story Edited by: ~Minja~  
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"In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful." ~ Alice Walker
"I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order." ~ John Burroughs
"It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit." ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
"There’s a whole world out there, right outside your window. You’d be a fool to miss it." ~ Charlotte Eriksson
"Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are." ~ Gretel Ehrlich
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ur forest is full of secrets and strange inhabitants that no one will ever be able to gather in one place and count. That is how Ljiljan's father began his stories about the mountain that stretched behind the village, indefinitely towards the sea. He told them often, especially in winter by the fireplace while it was snowing outside and a hungry beast was seeking shelter.
A boy, Ljiljan, listening to his father's stories, made plans in his head about how he will explore the entire mountain and go where no one ever went before. Especially if he managed to find the dwarf named Zlatibor that his father often talked about, then all the doors would be open for him. When Ljiljan asked his father what Zlatibor looked like, he told him that he is small and has a smile on his face. He also said his suit is made of forest leaves and flowers, he can climb any tree, and he rides wolves, stags, and old foxes. Ljiljan went to the forest often—sometimes he went with his father, sometimes with his friends from the village—always hoping to meet Zlatibor. It happened one summer day when he and his friends picked wild strawberries. The forest smelled of resin and flowers, and the wind played with treetops. High above, in the blue sky, the eagle circled around and you could hear the whispering of invisible forest creatures. When the dwarf showed up in front of them, they couldn't believe he is real. Ljiljan welcomed him into their company after which Zlatibor sat on the stump and thanked them. "If you want, I can show you where are the biggest and the sweetest wild strawberries. I can show you where the Bird's Lake is," he said. At first, some boys had doubts. "What if he takes us so deep into the mountain and leaves us to die?" A few others said, "we trust Zlatibor, we want to go to see the lake." Afraid of being called cowards, all boys agreed to follow the dwarf until the end. And he didn't disappoint them. "We're close. The road through this hill goes to the lake," Zlatibor said. Once again boys were scared to follow him. "You're afraid," Zlatibor noticed. "I thought you trust me because we are friends now. I guess I was wrong. Come, I'll take you back to the meadow and we will part forever." Afraid now of the fact they won't see Zlatibor again, the boys screamed "we trust you, we will follow you!" As soon as they crossed the narrow path, deep inside the pine forest, they heard the gurgle of the water. When they came to the clear part, they saw the most beautiful lake in which hundreds of birds played as little waterfalls crashed into it from the rocks that surrounded the lake.
Right here in this place, the most wonderful friendship was born.
Boys met with the dwarf every day and he told them stories about birds and forest animals. Those stories were often sad but they also taught about strength, love, and friendship. He told them the story about the little pigeon who fell into the deep pit and broke his wing and only with the perseverance of his good spirit he managed to see the light again. He told the story about the duck Bjelovrata who was shot from the ground as she was flying to the south with other birds. Her friend saw her falling down into the snow and decided to stay with her until she gets better. He told the story about the boy who was ill and to whom a little bird saved a life by going on the trip to find the strawberry from the boy's dream.
Boys listened to Zlatibor's stories every day. Because he fulfilled all his promises to them, he only asked them to keep the secret about him and Bird's Lake. But, one of the boys couldn't be quiet anymore and he bragged about their meetings to the elders. He told them he will take them to Bird's Lake where they will meet Zlatibor, but when they went to the forest they couldn't find the hill through which they had to pass to get to the lake. Because he couldn't keep his promise, boys never saw Zlatibor nor they found the path to Bird's Lake. Their friendship ended suddenly so as the stories dwarf told them.
We went to religion classes when we were children, but my friends and I also grew up listening about different forest creatures and the wisdom of nature itself. We, too, went to a nearby forest hoping to meet Zlatibor who will sit on a certain stump we found and tell us stories about strength, love, and friendship. We often found and tracked steps in the mud only to be taken nowhere. Sometimes, when the wind played between the treetops or when we heard the chirping of birds, we thought he is there, dressed up in the flower suit, hiding under the leaves. But, of course, he never showed up. Thirty years later, as I walk through our forest, I still hope he will forgive a boy who couldn't keep his secret and once again share his wisdom of life with curious minds.
Source: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6585226-patuljak-vam-pri-a
Until next time, don't lose your own hopes!
~Minja~
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Excerpt: My efflorescence sings on the ground.
The loathsome oak leans low to listen.
Aching branches hang heavy;
unfurl breathless,
fanning glory.
Each burst fades, tumbles,
dutifully crumbles,
feeds life back to the giver.
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Excerpt: Birds sore high above
bears roam the forests
salmon swim the waters
The druids work magic
deep within the meadows
magic happens
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Excerpt: To some, its nature's deadly, frozen cost;
to others, it's a message from some host.
Such honor sent to each as holy hymn
with loving care, now nature covers them.
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Excerpt: We don't notice the sounds of winter,
We're so busy in our own bubble.
But take a walk,
To stop,
And listen to the marvellous music,
Nature has played.
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Excerpt: Though inspiration as a poet truly comes from within, nature can act as a means to enhance imagination and devices used in our poetry. I believe that nature possesses a unique and grandest beauty that only poets can perfectly describe. And I want you dear poets to bring forth your NATURE POETRY to prove this.
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