On a day when hope runs high and when the world finds itself inspired again, I wish to share another five-year-old post that I had written–my first attempt at writing a fable. This remains one of my favorite works to date.
The Boy, the Man, and the Sky
An imagined conversation by Niña Terol
Reposted from Soul Work (written November 10, 2007)
One evening, the Man asked the Boy, his grandson, to accompany him outdoors. There was a small grassy hill outside their farm, and it was from there that he liked to see the night sky cover the earth like a thick velvet blanket studded with tiny diamonds.
The Boy enjoyed being outdoors and feeling the cool night breeze touch his nape. He enjoyed looking at the stars and trying to name the constellations. (He knew only Orion, the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper, and Virgo.)
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