I share in this dream of being a writer, I am a writer, I’m writing more and I was moved to write in response to this story of the beautiful maiden. I appreciated the intro that, “these fiction stories are unedited…” I see the open space to comment and I acknowledge I don’t know the comments that are appropriate here just yet so for now, I will enter the same practice of writing unedited about what came up as I read through my experience and will respectfully remove it not appropriate here.
I also appreciated that despite her circumstance she stayed connected with her dream, she knew she wanted to write more. Of course many people loose sight of their dream and what brings them joy and ease but I do believe with the intention to reconnect, remember, it can be uncovered. Sometimes there’s a sense of urgency to find it especially when one recognizes that fire is out or it feels like it’s been so long since this connectedness was felt. I trust we are born with a purpose, it will emerge clearly especially when there’s some welcoming. May all beings everywhere experience ease, flow and pull of what they gravitate to.
When the beautiful maiden stole a pen and food, despite the words, I didn’t interpret her action as actually stealing. She worked and sacrificed, she made backbreaking offerings day after day…it seems quite natural that something more is owed to her. Sometimes this doesn’t happen immediately but it’s just divine order that there’s some offering in her direction. It’s easy to label it as stealing as if black and white but humans are just more complex than that.
Working without basic needs met is fact for too many… if there’s extra food in the kitchen and someone is hungry, I understand taking food to eat. Sista’ no shame in eating, we are human and all have to eat! “Thau shall not steal,” it’s a commandment I seek to always follow yet I get from the story importance of recognizing perspective, bias…the original caretakers of the lands occupied have not forgotten, the trees remember things that have been hidden. An offering to great Mother Earth is due. May we remember, give gifts and allow ourselves to receive.
Creating time to write until I feel done is a dream I hold. A gift to self and who knows who else. I wonder if I will ever be done writing yet there’s no hurry since love is here.
In response to insights shared, I too write things in my head and now many different google docs. It felt just right the story ended, “neatly a bow,” fairly tails allow possibility…each moment of life doesn’t always have to be so hard. I’ve heard many meditation teachers repeat what the Buddha shared about life, there’s 10,000 joys and 10,000 sorrows. I know it could feel like one outweighs the other or some challenges don’t end, perhaps they don’t but there’s always, always another side to life awaiting for our awakening to it and ourselves.
I still choose to look for the good, this way was handed down to me. I appreciate the generosity to share the prompts with everyone that got you started here.
Thank you for sharing these beautiful insights. I'm excited to be again starting a fiction group. The power of story and fairy tale and being able to create endings and not having to do it perfectly in an unedited space. Thank you for your perspective on the story and the choices the character made. Yes, we all deserve to eat and get our needs met and be nourished and be compensated fairly for work done and so many aren't.
I share in this dream of being a writer, I am a writer, I’m writing more and I was moved to write in response to this story of the beautiful maiden. I appreciated the intro that, “these fiction stories are unedited…” I see the open space to comment and I acknowledge I don’t know the comments that are appropriate here just yet so for now, I will enter the same practice of writing unedited about what came up as I read through my experience and will respectfully remove it not appropriate here.
I also appreciated that despite her circumstance she stayed connected with her dream, she knew she wanted to write more. Of course many people loose sight of their dream and what brings them joy and ease but I do believe with the intention to reconnect, remember, it can be uncovered. Sometimes there’s a sense of urgency to find it especially when one recognizes that fire is out or it feels like it’s been so long since this connectedness was felt. I trust we are born with a purpose, it will emerge clearly especially when there’s some welcoming. May all beings everywhere experience ease, flow and pull of what they gravitate to.
When the beautiful maiden stole a pen and food, despite the words, I didn’t interpret her action as actually stealing. She worked and sacrificed, she made backbreaking offerings day after day…it seems quite natural that something more is owed to her. Sometimes this doesn’t happen immediately but it’s just divine order that there’s some offering in her direction. It’s easy to label it as stealing as if black and white but humans are just more complex than that.
Working without basic needs met is fact for too many… if there’s extra food in the kitchen and someone is hungry, I understand taking food to eat. Sista’ no shame in eating, we are human and all have to eat! “Thau shall not steal,” it’s a commandment I seek to always follow yet I get from the story importance of recognizing perspective, bias…the original caretakers of the lands occupied have not forgotten, the trees remember things that have been hidden. An offering to great Mother Earth is due. May we remember, give gifts and allow ourselves to receive.
Creating time to write until I feel done is a dream I hold. A gift to self and who knows who else. I wonder if I will ever be done writing yet there’s no hurry since love is here.
In response to insights shared, I too write things in my head and now many different google docs. It felt just right the story ended, “neatly a bow,” fairly tails allow possibility…each moment of life doesn’t always have to be so hard. I’ve heard many meditation teachers repeat what the Buddha shared about life, there’s 10,000 joys and 10,000 sorrows. I know it could feel like one outweighs the other or some challenges don’t end, perhaps they don’t but there’s always, always another side to life awaiting for our awakening to it and ourselves.
I still choose to look for the good, this way was handed down to me. I appreciate the generosity to share the prompts with everyone that got you started here.
Thank you for sharing these beautiful insights. I'm excited to be again starting a fiction group. The power of story and fairy tale and being able to create endings and not having to do it perfectly in an unedited space. Thank you for your perspective on the story and the choices the character made. Yes, we all deserve to eat and get our needs met and be nourished and be compensated fairly for work done and so many aren't.