Once there was a little girl who had a few hundred struggles. She went to see a wise woman to see what could be done about letting some of them go. The wise woman talked to her in a soft voice and offered her some objects to explore. One was a little indigo bag that was said to carry the moon. Inside the bag she found some stories and some dreams. Some stories were stitched into cloth and some were carried along a stream of silky colorful pleated ribbons. These things gave comfort. The dreams revealed themselves and she saw her grandmother’s hands, felt love, found safety.
She saw beauty and wondered. Some of her struggles melted away.
when i wonder why i ever ended up here, i’ll come back and read this story.