12/12/2022
GESCHICHTEN SIND ETWAS WUNDERBARES. WARUM NICHT BESONDERE AN WEIHNACHTEN VERSCHENKEN UND UNTERM TANNENBAUM VORLESEN? FÜR MICH SIND SIE BESONDERS POETISCH IN ENGLISCHER SPRACHE. ES WAR EIN SEHR SCHÖNES GEFÜHL, DIESE KLEINEN STORYS ZU SCHREIBEN UND MIT MEINEN BILDERN ZU ILLUSTRIEREN. HIER EINE LESEPROBE.🌲🌹
THE CALUMET🌒
Once upon a time, when the Earth was young and the moon still a little kid dancing around her, the chiefs of all the native Indian tribes gathered to enjoy the soothing smoke of their first pipe, a calumet carved by a mighty pipe maker called Eagle Spirit. The chiefs were in awe of the fragile pipe that displayed the symbol of Eagle Spirit's tribe as well as those of befriended clans and tribes, as this pipe was the first to be lit and passed on in their gatherings, to inhale the smoke of peace and friendship together and listen intently to each other's tales until the sky went dark and the stars had gone to sleep.
Many years passed and Eagle Spirit's calumet listened to many stories told by the old chiefs and the pipe maker. The favourite pipe was passed from mouth to mouth and grew accustomed to their different smells and tastes and ways of talking and thinking. The calumet never judged but listened, and when its smoke went straight up into the air it was listening very intently, and when the smoke was blurred it was getting quite confused by the words the chiefs were uttering into the night. Sometimes it heard weird and wonderful stories about animals and spirits while at other times it heard jokes about other people, not in a jeering way but lightheartedly laughing with each other and having fun. The calumet freely gave its to***co smoke which the native Indians inhaled deeply while making satisfied noises, and it was rewarded with a story of beauty and wisdom every time it gave its inspiring smoke to them. In turn, the calumet was filled with their spirit and learnt about the ways of the world, nature and animals, young kids and the elders, and about life and death. The'calumet never grew tired of listening, nor did the chiefs grow tired of talking, and slowly but surely, the calumet turned into more than just a tool, it became a friend among friends.
One night... [ TO BE CONTINUED ]