Magical Stories/Historias Mágicas

Betty la Abejorra El tiempo corre y el corazón de Elda también. Elda estaba sentada en la terraza trasera de su casa sentada en una silla mecedora de madera vieja, que chirriaba cada vez que se mecía una y otra vez, una y otra vez. Los rayos del sol se asentaban a través de las ramas despeinadas de los árboles en el bosque donde muchos animales anidan y disfrutan. Ella sabía que estaba cerca. Lo sabía. Había tenido varios sueños acerca de ello y todo su cuerpo lo podía percibir. Un cambio.  Un cambio enorme. Cómo se iría a dar todavía estaba en cuestionamiento.  Aún así, era certero de que iba a suceder. Empezó a quedarse dormida mientras la mecedora la acurrucaba con su chirrida canción,  ayudándola a caer en un profundo sueño. De repente el viento sopló fuertemente, empujando con fuerza la puerta de la terraza, soplando la cara de Edna, despertándola, despeinando su pelo rubio, largo y sedoso. Se estiró y levantó su delicado cue...

Betty the Bumble Bee Time is ticking and so is Elda's heart. She sat on the back porch of her house on the old wooden rocking chair that squeaked every time she gently rocked back and forth, back and forth. The rays of the sun were settling through the uncombed branches of the trees and garden where many wild animals nest and thrive. She knew it was coming close. She knew. She had had dreams about it and her whole body could feel it. A shift. A major shift. How it was going to take place was still inquirious. Yet, that it was going to happen, was a certainty. She drifted into a sleep, as the rocking chair continued to nestle her with its squeaky song, helping her to fall into a deep slumber. All of a sudden, the wind blew strong, forcing the screen door to open, blowing into Elda's face, awakening her, as it stirred and uncombed her long silky blond hair. She stretched and lifted her delicate body and walked into the side door, where she had, a...

Corley, the Wisdom Turtle The grass was moving and the weeds were swaying, brushing its tops to reach the skies. Was it the wind? Although all of a sudden I heard a very gentle swish swash, very  quietly. As I look down and viewed closer. I realized that it was, yep, Corley, the turtle - the wisdom turtle. My heart sprang with joy. It had not appeared for over a year and I always wondered whether it was still alive. Had it survived the dry spells? It lived beneath the wooden porch and used to come out once in a while. Especially when it was going to rain. It was a dry hot summer day. The heat was pressing and knocking its way all around. The feeling of tiredness and exhaustion always comes with these temperatures. Yet that day, when I saw Corley, it was surely an announcement that rain was on its way. And it was. A few moments later the winds cuddled dark clouds in the skies and build momentum, until its tears dropped and showered mother earth with its...

Darvina, the One with the Dirty Shoes Once upon a time there was Darvina, the one with the dirty shoes. She loved her shoes that had features of her life printed on them. Shoes that had walked through various places: through palaces, through elegant houses, villages, rivers, forests, through markets, through long roads that life had presented to her. Every time she passed somewhere, no one noticed her. Her dirty shoes were her emblem, she did not change them for anything in the world, broken as they were, comfortable as a glove. Once walking along the road an old man appeared to her, sitting on by the highway, shepherding a white sheep. The sheep with its entangled hair and gray stains, picture imaged her broken shoes, gray, semi-white, black and dirty - dirty. It even seemed that they had a bad smell. Darvina did not care. The world had made her that way. She once had a pair of red patent leather shoes, shiny and clean. They were...

Darvina la de los Zapatos Sucios Erase una vez Darvina, la de los zapatos sucios. Le encantaban sus zapatos que tenían rasgos de su vida marcados en ellos. Zapatos que hubiesen caminado por varios lugares: por palacios, por casas elegantes, por pueblos, ríos, bosques, por mercados, por carreteras largas que la vida le había presentado. Cada vez que ella pasaba por algún lugar nadie la notaba, pues pasaba por desapercibida aunque tuviese una sonrisa en su cara. Sus zapatos sucios eran su emblema, no los cambiaba por nada en el mundo, rotos como estuviesen, cómodos como un guante. Una vez caminando por la carretera se le apareció un anciano, sentado a la orilla cuidando una oveja blanca. La oveja con su melena enredada y manchas de gris, reflejaba pintadamente sus zapatos, grises, entriblancos, negros y sucios - re sucios. Pareciera que hasta tuvieran un olor no muy agradable. A Darvina no le importaba. El mundo la había hecho así. Alguna vez tuvo sus zapato...

Dora  the Miracle Lady Bug Nature always speaks to us, through its many colors, contours, winds and airs, sounds and mysteries, and especially through animals and their unique characteristics and totem meanings and scriptures. I really believe animals speak to us every day giving us messages to help us have a more meaningful life, filled with magic in a deeper sense and sensibility .  I woke up early that morning, grabbed my iphone and walked towards the porch to have my morning green juice, then placed my iphone" (addictive as it is) on the rim of the porch. When suddenly I became aware that there was a beautiful orange ladybug with a glow of a big hello. I greeted it with  a smile and felt great joy in my heart for they represent good fortune, and other deeper totem meanings, plus are so beautiful an vibrant. After a moment I became aware that it could not fly. It tried several times to stretch its wings yet one of them seemed to not work very well....

How Nature Stands I love nature and believe that all of nature feels, is alive and has intelligence. A few months back I was sitting on my porch where there is a view of 2 acres of beautiful woods as all wildlife comes to life and continues to gift me with its many inhabitants, their dances, lives and beauty. A breath taking scene that nurtures and uplifts my soul. Carolina Wren Almost every day I had been sitting on my porch observing nature. Among it there was this little Carolina Wren, who always sat near my porch to greet me. She chirped and had something on her mouth. As I observed her, she flew on top of the bathroom window, where she was building a nest. I would see this continuum almost every day. She would chirp like announcing herself. Then she would fly to the bathroom window to continue building and propping her nest. There was this sense of proudness coming from her.  I could feel her energy and joy, but also the sense of responsibility she felt...