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”.


 “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.


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.

It all happened one time when the girl was travelling to the south, to a place far far away. One day she came across a big and thick forest. The girl felt a bit scared to go into the forest, but something stronger than her fear was calling her. She decided to walk on the footpath that laid before her.

She walked for quite a while, taking in all the mysterious sounds and smells around her. There was a sense of familiarity about this place, and the girl felt how her fear gave way slowly to curiosity. She started to wonder what she was looking for there and at that moment, she heard someone crying in the distance. With every step that she took, the cry was getting louder. She then saw a child sitting down in the grass next to a river, with the head resting on the hands and knees.

“Hi”, said the girl with the green hair.

The child stopped crying and turned to see where that voice was coming from. That’s when the girl noticed something quite amazing, the child had purple skin.

“Don’t look at me, I’m hideous!” screamed the child and turned around while covering the face with the arms.

“I don’t think you’re hideous.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I don’t. I think your purple skin is beautiful.”

The child looked deeply into her eyes for a few moments as if to find out if the girl was being true to her word. She noticed the child had the saddest eyes she had ever seen.

“I’ve never met anyone who thought that my skin is beautiful”.

At that moment, the girl saw a spark of life in those big brown eyes, and she gave the child a big smile.

“Well, you have now. What are you doing here by yourself? Where are your parents?”

I don’t have anyone, I left home. Nobody liked my purple skin. They were embarrassed to be seen with me. They wanted me to be like everyone else. I tried blending in, I even tried different ways of covering and changing my skin colour, but nothing worked. So, I decided to leave.”

The girl felt angry.

 “There is nothing wrong with you. You are different, but beautiful the way you are! The problem is that people are afraid of the things they don’t understand.”

The child looked at her. Tears started rolling down the cheeks and suddenly jumped into her arms. The girl kissed the child’s head gently and caressed the soft hair. She could not explain it, but at that moment, she felt so much love for this child standing next to her.

“You don’t have to change who you really are just to please other people, not even the people that you love, like your family. They probably found it hard to love you for who you were because nobody showed them how unconditional love looks like. It’s hard to feel rejected for being different, but don’t let that make you reject yourself. When you reject what makes you different and unique, you’re betraying your Soul. Would you tell that river to stop flowing, a butterfly to stop flying, or a flower to stop blossoming?”

“Of course not, why would I do that?”

“Then why is it ok for someone to tell you to change the nature of your soul, your unique essence?”

The child nodded as if to show that he understands what the girl was trying to say.

I have been wandering for a while now, and I couldn’t find anyone like me. I couldn’t find anyone who likes the colour of my skin either. Some people laughed at me. Other people tormented me. Others pretended to like me but only because they wanted something. I felt very scared and alone at times.”

“I’m sorry that you had to go through this, but now you met me. Do you believe me when I tell you that I like your purple skin?”

“Yes, I believe you. I can see in your eyes that my pain is familiar to you.”

“Yes, your pain is familiar to me. I believe there are other people out there, who are also familiar with your pain and you will find them one day. They will love and accept you for who you are.”

“Can you please, take me with you? I want to find them.

“Yes, I would love to.”

The child jumped in the girl’s arms again and held her so tight that, she lost her breath for a moment.

“Thank you for truly seeing and accepting me,” said the child softly.

“Just remember that you will still meet other people along the way who will reject you for being different. Stay strong in who you are and don’t let the words full of their fears cut you. Choose to rise above their intolerance, which is only coming from their own inability to see this uniqueness in themselves.”

“I will. I feel stronger now that I met you and knowing that you will be there for me.”

“I will be there for you, and will not let anybody put you down again, I promise. If you ever feel that I am not keeping my promise completely, let me know.”

“I will let you know, I promise.”

“Are you ready to go out of this forest and back into the world?”

“Yes, I am ready” said the child while getting up, then clasping the girl’s hand.

The child with the purple skin and big brown eyes turned around and looked at the flowing river for the last time. Then looked at the girl with the green hair and nodded. They both started walking on the path that was leading towards the end of the forest.

Many people say that the two of them travelled around the world together for a long time and helped many people to discover and accept the true colour of their soul.

(Photo taken by me @ Brecon Beacons, Oct 2013)