
Nature’s Hugs
One of my first memories was of amazement, a truly magical moment.
Gold threads spun from the rays of the Sun, a net of colour woven into a shawl with nature’s stitches that made the dress for the flower we call – ‘Camellia’.
Rosemary, why are you wearing my sunglasses?
It’s my Camellia flowers they’re so bright and gorgeous today.
Come in for your tea now, I’m off to work.
Poor Mother, she works three jobs as my Father lost his. She looked so tired and has lost a lot of weight, but I never hear her complain.
This afternoon when I came home from school, I was surprised to find my Mother still at home, I looked to my Father, to ask why?He looked back at me, pressing his finger to his lips.
Months have passed now, and my Mother was slowly getting worse and my poor Father was still out of work.
My place of solitude was and had always been my garden. Today as I strolled, I heard my friend Camellia whisper – where have you been? I’ve not seen you for some time!
And as I explained, I heard Camellia’s sweet soothing voice filling my mind.
So, I watched the busy Bees as they collected their pollen – then, I understood what Camellia meant.
You must come out into the garden Mother; I have something to show you!
We both stood quietly as we watched the Bees.
Don’t you see Mother how they all work collectively, how they are all just One, not separated?
I’m not sure what you’re trying to say Rosemary.
When Father lost his job, what happened?
Well I worried for him!
Exactly Mother, you worried yourself sick, you didn’t work collectively becoming separated by worry, and in turn Father worried about You, that’s why he couldn’t find work.
The hug my Mother and Father gave each other said everything. Father’s back in work and my Mother? She has just one job now!
Language is Universal, not always in words – ‘Camellia’.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleNice story, Eric. Is Rosemary a recurring character in your stories now? I like her!
Not really given it much thought Fuji – perhaps Rosemary only fits in with this story line? Thank you for commenting.
Lovely story Eric. It would be so nice if everyone listened and worked with the natural flow of the world instead of against it. Being out in the garden can be very soothing to the mind. I can stand for ages in the summer, just watching the butterflies flit and flutter from flower to flower on the buddleia bush over our pond. Just for a little while all the problems go away.… Read more »
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHi Carrie, yes I think we tend to look on Nature as something that is set apart from us, just to be visited or viewed with out seeing. But as you say, there is a connection if only we find the time. I love the sound of your pond every garden should have. And thank you for sharing.
Yes, Carrie, I totally agree with your statement: “It would be so nice if everyone listened and worked with the natural flow of the world instead of against it.” 🙂 Nature is my greatest teacher, and I am just a humble, beginning student. More than just helping to find solutions to problems, when I look closely into Nature, I get a slight glimpse that there really are no problems!
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I’ve re-read that 2nd paragraph again and again Eric. It is perfectly beautiful. A lovely story that conveys a thought provoking message.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello Linda. I’m really happy that you understood there was more to this story than the first reading. This is the beauty when we put pen to paper, we just don’t know where it will take us, or what feeling we will evoke. Thank you for reading and commenting.
What a beautiful story that brings a beautiful message to learn about. All I can say is “wow”. Hope to read more stories like this here. This is very inspiring.
Thank you Lotchie, you always give chi, and bring a lot of happiness in all of your honest comments. Thank you. I always look forward to how you express what you read also. A happy thought for you – in your name I see a Lot-(of) chie?
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI don’t know why my mother chose Lotchie as my name, but she says it just suddenly came to her mind after hearing a voice that whispers in her ears and found it beautiful to hear. Without knowing what Lotchie is all about since the day I was born there’s no android phone or internet connection here in our place. I appreciate that you saw my name and understand its meaning. I… Read more »
What a charming story. Your story flows beautifully and leaves me with a pleasant smile.
Hello Daisy. A big welcome to the Voice club, and I look forward to reading your stories. It is very relaxed here, and you will meet, and make, many writing friends.
Thank you for reading my story, and I happy that you liked it.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you. I am loving it so far. Everyone is so nice and welcoming.