For this reflection, I had asked my father’s loving spirit to help me write something that we all would enjoy. Instead of a channelled message, he pointed me toward remembering how we enjoyed story time together when I was a child. He reminded me how stories can be powerful ways for our inner minds to cultivate the fruits of the spirit. I share a couple of stories with you now. One of my favourite child stories is All I See is Part of Me, by Chara M Curtis. If you need a wonderful way to heal your inner essence, this is a great book to read over and over and simply delight in remembering who you truly are! Perhaps you may wish you to remember one of your favourite childhood stories and recall the joy it invokes in your body and in your heart. Let this story help you experience this summer more joyfully.
Hunting for Smiles (these stories are written by author Pedro Pablo Sacristán)
The Princess of the fairies was ill. The doctors could not find what the problem was, but luckily two little dragons managed to find out what was wrong. The problem was that the Princess wasn’t seeing anyone smile. So the two little dragons set off around the world, trying to find some smiles. Well, they didn’t come across a single one. So off they flew, to the planets, to the stars, searching for a smile.
They travelled so far and for so long, with no success, that one of the dragons decided to head back, so he could be with the Princess when she died, which she surely would soon. But the other dragon decided to carry on, and in the very next planet he visited – a small and dark planet which was hardly visible – he found out an amazing fact: all the smiles in the Universe were right there, gathering for a party. The dragon told the smiles what the problem was, and without hesitation millions of smiles agreed to accompany him on his return home. The dragon arrived, and as soon as the Princess’s gaze fell on so many smiles, she instantly regained her health and happiness.
The first dragon, on seeing this, was immensely happy that his friend had been more persevering and patient than himself.
The Drawing that Talked
Pinty Tailor was a little boy who enjoyed going to school and doing all sorts of things, except for art and writing. Using brushes and pencils did not come easy to Pinty, so his works of art did not end happily, and he would just give up in disgust.
But one day Pinty found a pencil of such lovely colours that he could not resist, and he tried drawing a circle. As ever, it did not go well, and he was about to throw the pencil away when his drawing began to speak to him.
‘Psst! You aren’t going to leave me like this, are you? Come on, the least you can do is draw me a pair of eyes!’ said the drawing. Pinty was understandably shocked, but he managed to draw two little spots inside the circle.
‘Much better, now I can see myself,’ said the circle, looking around at itself… ‘Arghh! But what have you done to me?!’
‘I don’t draw very well,’ said Pinty, trying to make excuses.
‘OK, no problem,’ the drawing interrupted him, ‘I’m sure that if you try again you’ll do better. Go on, rub me out!’ So Pinty erased the circle and drew another one. Like the first one, it was not very round.
‘Hey! You forgot the eyes again!’
‘Hmmm, I think I’m going to have to teach you how to draw until you can do me well,’ said the circle with its quick, squeaky little voice.
To Pinty, who remained almost paralysed with shock, this did not seem like a bad idea, and he immediately found himself drawing and erasing circles. The circle would not stop saying ‘rub this out, but carefully; it hurts,’ or ‘draw me some hair, quickly, I look like a lollipop!’ and other funny remarks.
After spending nearly the whole afternoon together, Pinty could already draw the little figure much better than most of his classmates could have. He was enjoying it so much that he did not want to stop drawing with this crazy new teacher of his. Before going to bed that night, Pinty gave his new instructor a hearty thank you for having taught him how to draw so well.
‘But I didn’t do anything, silly!’ answered the little drawing, in its usual quick manner.
‘Don’t you see that you’ve been practising a lot, and enjoying it all the while? I bet that’s the first time you’ve done that!’
Pinty stopped to think. The truth was that previously, he had drawn so badly because he had never practised more than ten minutes at a time, and he had always done it angrily and grudgingly. Without doubt, what the little drawing had said was correct.
‘OK, you’re right, but thank you anyway,’ said Pinty, and before he went to bed he carefully placed the pencil in his school bag.
The next morning Pinty jumped out of bed and went running to find his pencil, but it was not there. He searched everywhere, but there was no sign of it. And the sheet of paper on which he had drawn the little figure, although still full of rubbing out marks, was completely blank. Pinty began to worry, and he did not know if he had really spent the previous afternoon talking with the little man or whether he had dreamt the whole thing.
So, to try to settle the matter, he took a pencil and some paper and tried to draw a little man.
It turned out not bad at all, except for a couple of jagged lines. He imagined his bossy little teacher telling him to round out those edges, and that it looked like he was trying to give him spots. Pinty gladly rubbed out those bits and redrew them. He realized that the crazy little teacher had been right: it made no difference whether you had the magic pencil or not; to manage to do things, you only needed to keep trying and to enjoy doing so.
From that day on, whenever Pinty tried to draw or paint, or do anything else, he always had fun imagining the result of his work protesting to him and saying ‘Come on, my friend, do me a bit better than that! I can’t go to the party looking like this!’
Find the stories that cultivate joy and make you smile.
Shirley Lynn Martin