The Girl Who Became a Flower

There was a girl who went out picking flowers and raspberries and blueberries all day long. She carried a small metal pail. She was eight years old, old enough to know better and young enough to be a little girl about everything.

One day, as she grabbed her metal pail, her mother said to her, “Have fun!” And the girl smiled and waved. She skipped down the long gritty pebbled path in front of her house, and started walking slowly as she got to the woods. She made a whisper sound to herself, putting her finger over her lips, “Shhh.” She always told herself to quiet down as she was entering the woods. There were so many secrets in the woods that you could only see and hear if you yourself were not seen and not heard!

There was the thistle and the moss. There were the puddles and the ladybugs.

The little girl walked slowly and sometimes just stood waiting for nature to move all around her.

Sometimes she saw rabbits hopping. Many times, she saw chipmunks and squirrels. In the spring, she had seens a whole duck family by the river. Her mother told her that other people had seen bears and wolves in the woods. The little girl had once seen a pretty, pretty fox.

thistle

Most days, after she watched and looked, the girl always went to her main raspberry bushes and ate enough berries to have red, red lips, and after that, she usually got tired, and went to lie down in the sun.

This day, after she had stood still and had looked around, she went to her main raspberry bush and ate the raspberries. She was walking to the sunny clearing when she saw a beautiful flower. She stopped completely. Then she took a step closer. It was a soft-petaled flower. And the petals changed from an inner pink to an outer white layer. She stood and looked and looked at it.

“Hello,” said the flower.
“What?!” said the girl, taking a few steps back, looking around her in the woods.
“Hello,” said the flower again.

camellia “Is that you, beautiful flower?” asked the girl bending down.
“Yes, I am a camellia.”
“You are a wonderful camellia,” said the girl, “I wish I were a beautiful colorful flower like you!”
“Shh, shh,” said the pink camelia, “You don’t wish you were a flower like me! In the woods, what we wish is what happens.”

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Why?

Why?

* Because it is the way of the world.
* Because you want to.
* Because that’s how the cycle of life goes.
* Because of you, because of me.
* Because.

* Because the little prince and charlie brown have a lot of the answers.
* Because every life is different.
* Because YOU ALREADY KNOW.
* Because nature is out there, and the wind blows through the tops of the trees.
* Because of the march of the penguins.

* Because only you know why you choose to climb the mountains you choose to climb.
* Because we seek bliss.
* Because it is an incredible feeling to be alive.


Today’s question: Why?

On Fridays, I post a question. I would love it if you feel like answering the question. :) Thanks. (I’m a big fan of privacy also, so if you don’t want to put your name in, just use an initial or just fill in the letter “A” and we’ll know it’s anonymous, and if you don’t want to put your email address for privacy reasons, just put mine – it’s at the link ‘email me’ above.)

Which is your favorite room in your house?

I spent a lot of time in my study this weekend, writing a paper… and my answer is:

MY STUDY!!!!! I love, love, love having my bookshelves filled with books, and organized by subject. I love having it clean in there, just one simple desk, and being able to sit at that desk. I’m a huge fan of the window and that it’s often breezy in there despite it being summer and quite quite warm in general. That’s all.


Would love to hear your answers! (We’ll still have the Friday question, but this week we’ll have this Wed question too). :) I’m actually especially interested in this question because I wonder which rooms you guys really love the most – I wonder if it’ll be a range of rooms, or if people will have similar views on which room.

Please Design a House – WAIT!

In yesterday’s post, I showed you some assessments. I assume your first question is, “Well, which assessment should I use?” It depends on your goal. Not to get too philosophical, but many things in life depend on your goal. Entire interpretations of situations can vary depending on your goal. Here’s a mini-story that I really like.

There is supposedly a trick question that comes up again and again during Microsoft interviews: “If you had to design a house, what would it look like? Please use the whiteboard.” The person who moves straight to the whiteboard and draws a rectangle and continues drawing detailed designs is a goner. Why? Because after he finishes the house, the interviewer says, “Oh, I didn’t tell you? It’s for a family of twelve 48-foot-tall giraffes.”

So, it depends on your goal.


BTW, this mini-story is quite a bit briefer than usual stories on Tuesdays, so enjoy the respite. :)

Who are you happiest around?

Who are you most happy around? What are the qualities of that person? What is that person like?
* Adventurous people, confident & crazy people!
* Optimists
* Dreamers
* People who love a sport, their job, or some topic!

When you read this question… you may have thought of a person or of some people. What is it about being around that person or those people makes you so happy?
* Feeling comfortable makes me happy
* Doing new things that I might otherwise not do makes me happy
* When talking feels good, that makes me happy (also, when I learn new things about the world!)

This is my first time posting a two-part question! Here goes:
a) Who are you most happy around?
b) What is it about being around that person or those people makes you so happy?


On Fridays, I post questions because I love questions. I would love it if you feel like answering the questions! Thanks. (I’m a big fan of privacy also, so if you don’t want to put your name in, just use an initial or just fill in the letter “A” and we’ll know it’s anonymous, and if you don’t want to put your email address for privacy reasons, just put mine – it’s at the link ‘email me’ above.)

… in the Details

God is in the details.
~ Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, architect

When I’m writing, I am concentrating almost wholly on concrete detail: the color a room is painted, the way a drop of water rolls off a wet leaf after a rain.
~ Donna Tartt, writer

In photography, the smallest thing can be a great subject. The little, human detail can become a leitmotiv.
~ Henri Cartier-Bresson, photographer

One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite – that particular peach is but a detail.
~ Pablo Picasso, painter and sculptor

Peach

Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house – the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.
~ Benjamin Britten, conductor

As a journalist, the details always tell the story.
~ James McBride, writer and musician

“The Treasure” by Vito

This week’s short story is by a guest author! This is a children’s story by my friend, who appears here as the author VITO. Enjoy! S.
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It was just the beginning of summer, and it was the first time a little boy would be spending time with his grandparents in the countryside by himself. He already was a little bored: no television or video games, and everything smelled musty. His grandparents didn’t seem to like anything very sweet or loud, or have anything made of brightly-colored plastics. He sat in his room, wondering if maybe he could convince his grandparents that going to McDonald’s for his birthday would be a good idea. He had already worked out an escape plan: he’d swap clothes with some other boy, slipping him the 5 dollars of “emergency money” that Mom had solemnly entrusted to him, and then hide under the giant pile of balls in the playroom. Then he would live at McDonalds until his parents came back. He felt a little bad about using the emergency money, as he had thought it would be useful for the purchase of chocolate if he saved it, but if this wasn’t an emergency, he didn’t know what was. He was going to be stuck here for a whole week otherwise! It had already been 30 minutes since he’d been dropped off, and he felt like he was going to die of boredom.

There was a gentle knock at the door, followed by the craggy head of his Grandfather.

“Hello, Vito!” said Grandpa. “Your mother told me that your birthday is today!”

“Yeah…” muttered Vito, who was still lost in the planning of his escape. He did not fail to notice, however, that Grandpa was carrying a small covered basket. That had some entertainment potential, especially in the context of birthdays.

Grandpa sat next to Vito with a thump, looking him in the eye appraisingly, “Bored?”

Vito nodded sullenly.

“Well, maybe this birthday present will cheer you up. Your mother tells me that it was today. Did I already say that? Happy Birthday!” He handed the basket to Vito with a small flourish. Vito took it and gave it an exploratory shake. It was awfully light. Upon opening it, he saw it was empty. Vito, veteran of many birthday parties, fished around with his hand to make sure there wasn’t a check or gift card stuck inside. Nope, it was empty…it was quite probable that—and the horror of this was not lost on Vito—that the basket was the gift. Grandfather noted Vito’s expression of consternation with amusement.

“Grandpa”, said Vito slowly, so he would be understood, “The basket is empty.”

“A Hah! But the basket is just the key to your present!” boomed Grandpa. “Your real present is out in the field in back of the house, but first I’m going to tell you a secret that only your grandmother, myself, and now you know. There’s a treasure in that field that has been lost for many years, and because you’re such a good boy we’re going to let you look for it. The basket is for putting clues into, so you can bring them back to the house for inspection, and we can tell you if you’re getting warmer or colder. Whaddya say?”

Treasure! Vito was all about treasure! But still…”Grandpa, is there a McDonald’s nearby?”
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What’s the Best Thing in the World?

Question Day! I’m so glad it’s Friday, question day on this blog! I love questions! Am looking forward to hearing your comments on this! Have a super Friday and best of the weekend!

What’s the best thing in the world?

* Breathing
* The Wind
* Family, Friends
* Calm, relaxed happiness
* Reading a fiction book while eating a bowl of blueberries
* When you feel good inside
* When you don’t need to rush
* Being high up on a mountain in the warm wind

Those are some of my answers. What are yours?


On Fridays, I am going to post questions because I love questions and ask myself questions regularly. I would love it if you feel like answering the questions! Thanks. (I’m a big fan of privacy also, so if you don’t want to put your name in, just use an initial or just fill in the letter “A” and we’ll know it’s anonymous, and if you don’t want to put your email address for privacy reasons, just put mine – it’s at the link ’email me’ above.)