THE LITTLE GIRL AND THE BLACK LAMB

There once was a girl with long green hair. She liked to travel, sometimes by foot, and sometimes with her heart and mind. In her journeys, she connected to her inner world and wise beings who shared their knowledge with her; this helped her to discover herself. This story is about one of those journeys.

The girl with the green hair was feeling a bit restless that day, so she decided to travel to the South. The sky was grey, but there was a warm and gentle breeze in the air. She walked for quite a while, lost in her thoughts. Suddenly she heard someone singing. She followed the sound until she reached a vibrant green meadow full of colourful flowers. There, a little girl with golden hair was spinning around, looking at the sky, and singing the same thing again and again: “Sky, beautiful sky, take me away with you. I want to play with your stars and play with my star too.”

The girl with the green hair looked at the little girl mesmerised. That song… she’d never heard it before yet, it felt so familiar to her. She closed her eyes, and as she listed to it, a wave of sadness washed over her. Then, there was silence; when she opened her eyes, the little girl was standing in front of her, looking at her with big blue eyes.

“What are you doing there?” she asked in a gentle voice.

“I was listening to your beautiful song. So, you want to play with the stars.”

The little girl looked up to the sky and replied with sadness in her voice: “I want to play with my friend, and he’s a star now.”

“What’s your friend’s name? Tell me a bit about him.”

“His name was Negrutu, and he was black and had a white star on his forehead.”

“He was a lamb”, said the Little One noticing the confusion on the girl with the green hair’s face. “Animals can be friends with humans too.”

“That is very true”, said the girl with the green hair smiling.

The little girl smiled. “We used to come out and play every day for hours. He would eat some grass, then sit down and put his head on my lap. He loved hugs, and I loved hugging him too; he was so soft! Sometimes he would push me gently with his head that had tiny horns coming out on. I would lower my head and put it against his, and we would gently head-wrestle; sometimes, I let him win. He was always so happy to see me and play with me. Now I’m never going to see him again, and nobody understands that I miss a lot.” Tears started to roll down her face.

“I understand that you miss him. It sounds like he was a great friend and that you two had a beautiful connection that was deeper than words. What happened to him?”

“Well, Easter came and…”

The Little One couldn’t finish her sentence, and she didn’t have to. The girl with the green hair realised at that moment what happened to the lamb. She was aware of the customs in those parts of the world where humans sacrificed certain animals for their religious holidays.

The little girl was now shaking from crying, so the girl with the green hair got down on her knees and started to gently caress her hair; the Little One jumped into her arms.

“Losing a close friend is not easy, and I can tell how much you loved him from the way you talk about him. The fact that he chose you to be his friend shows that you are a pretty amazing human because animals can feel when someone has a good heart.”

The little girl smiled. “Yes, I loved him a lot, and I know he loved me too.”

“I’m sure he did. You know what I believe? That, when two souls love each other, their hearts are connected forever. Even though one of them might leave, they never fully go away because a part of them stays in the other one’s heart. They become a guardian angel for the one who is left behind. So, maybe your friend is now watching over you and making sure that you are ok.”

The little girl closed her eyes and was silent for a while. “Yes, I believe that he’s here. But I still miss him because I can’t see him or play with him, and my heart hurts sometimes.”

“I know it does, and when that happens, it’s ok to feel sad and to cry. In time it will start to hurt less and less.”

The Little One looked more peaceful now and was smiling. “I want to go home now.”

The two of them held hands and started to walk. The sky was now clear and as blue as the Little One’s eyes; the sun was shining brightly, just like her golden hair. Walking behind them was a black lamb with a white star on his forehead.

CHASING VENUS

Many have tried to catch her in their lifetimes,

I must admit I too was one of them.

Imagine my surprise when later I discovered,

That she was hiding all along, inside my chest,

You sneaky Goddess, why did you keep so quiet?

You had me running like a lunatic in circles.

I thought I saw you in some humans in my springtime,

And that was hard to deal with I felt broken.

Summer arrived, and I believed I learnt my lessons,

It turned out I wasn’t, was still chasing fables.

But at the end of summer, something shifted,

So, I pressed pause and did some thinking.

During this time, some guides have often told me,

That what I seek was not something I’m lacking.

Autumn showed up, and as the old was falling,

I started to believe what they were saying.

Then slowly you emerged, in all your beauty,

And told me that the reason you were hiding,

Was not because you wanted, you just had to,

The walls around my heart were just too high.

But I see you now, and that is deeply soothing,

I want to learn how to embrace your essence,

To see what’s all the fuss about, true love they call it,

Though it appears, it’s not so easy to discover.

And even though my love life has been bitter,

I can attest to you I wouldn’t change one thing, no more.

LOVE YOURSELF

Open your eyes, and see who doesn’t see you,

The ones who think they do but don’t.

Don’t try to fit into their fantasy of love it’s tiring,

My dear, must you betray your soul?


The parts that feel unloved and sad,

Deserve to be acknowledged.

They might feel ugly and ashamed,

But carry hidden treasures.


Be true to you, and love yourself,

That is the thing that matters.

Then one day you’ll find the one,

Who’ll love you even shattered.


So, peel away your soothing layers,

Even if you feel afraid.

When all that’s left of you, is realness,

The one you seek will sure be there.

HURT PEOPLE ARE LIKE ROSES

There once was a girl with long green hair. She liked to travel, sometimes by foot, and sometimes with her heart and mind. In her journeys, she connected to her inner world and wise beings who shared their knowledge with her; this helped her to discover herself. This story is about one of those journeys.

The girl with the green hair struggled to understand the “ugliness” in humans. She knew there was beauty in them too, as she saw it many times and that gave her hope. But mostly, she saw that “ugliness” and it brought with it pain and anger.

It was a beautiful cloudy day, and the girl decided to go to the park with a rose garden. When she got there, she saw a beautiful red rose and started smelling it, holding it gently between her palms. She loved roses. Every time she inhaled their mesmerising scent, it felt like she was taking in their essence. She wished people were as beautiful. The girl laid down in the grass next to the rose bush, closed her eyes and started to listen to the bird songs.

“Hello”, she heard at one point. The voice was soft and friendly. She opened her eyes but couldn’t see anyone around her.

“I’m here look to your right,” said the voice. The girl looked to her right, but she could only see the rose bush. She then got up and looked at the roses. She saw the beautiful red rose that she smelled, moving around even though there was no breeze outside.

“Hello,” said the rose cheerfully. “Did you like my scent?”

“Hi,” replied the girl. “Yes, your scent is beautiful! I wish humans were as beautiful as you.”

“Thank you. Well, humans and roses are more similar than you think”.

“Really?”

 “Yes, you seem surprised.”

“I am, humans are not always beautiful. They can be ugly and hurt others sometimes.”

“I can hurt you too if you hold me by my thorns,” said the rose. “It’s all about how you hold me; same with people. Imagine that the thorns on my stem are the result of the pain that you experienced in your life; and that the place that holds your heart is in the yellow centre of my flower. If your heart broke, now it will be hiding. Maybe it wants to heal, love and trust others again, but it feels that the price to pay is too high. So, every time someone gets close to it, the thorns protect it from the possibility of getting hurt again.”

“That is beautiful,” said the girl with tears in her eyes. “I never thought about things like that before. How can someone heal a broken heart?”

“The best way to heal a broken heart is to hold it gently like it is the most precious gift in the world; just as you held me when you smelled my perfume, with a lot of love and respect. The broken heart will start to open itself slowly and will heal in time. But, to heal someone’s broken heart, you first must heal your own.”

The girl had tears coming down her cheeks. She thought about the times in her life when she was like a rose and hurt the people she loved with her thorns. She also remembered the times other people’s thorns hurt her, but she couldn’t walk away from them. The girl finally understood that instead of focusing on her thorns and heal herself, she focused on other people’s and tried to heal them.

“Thank you, rose!”

“You’re welcome. I hope you will come and see me again.”

The girl got close to the rose, put her hands gently around it like she did before, and gave it a soft kiss on its petals. She felt the warm sun on her skin. A leaf fell on her face, and she opened her eyes. She looked at the red rose to her right and smiled. She now knew that the “ugliness” in humans is not at all what she thought it was, and she decided to learn how to turn it into beauty again.


Painting by me, Aug 2019


(Rose photo taken by me)

Note: This story is not about abusive relationships, where the hope is that the person who abuses you will change and stop hurting you, if you accept them as they are. They will not change just because you want them to, no matter how much you try, hope and maybe even blame yourself because they are like this; the decision to change must start from them. Learn to love and put yourself first; you deserve to be treated with love and respect.