Reading Time: 4 minutes Friday Story
The Healing Tears
 
She was seating under a willow tree, remembering what he had said. How could he had been so cruel?
A tear ran through her cheek. Normally, she would have wiped it out and played strong. But her pain was too great to contain it. She did not want to contain it.
“Let it flow,” she thought. “Let it run through me and overflow. Let it flood my life. Let it pour from me into this earth. Mother, take my pain and heal me.”
At that moment the place transformed itself. There was a shift in light and the colors began to glow brighter than ever.
The wind stopped blowing and everything was quiet. The birds stopped singing. The leaves stopped moving.
Yet, there was a leaf in the rose bush in front of her that kept moving.
It moved steadily, while everything remained still.
It caught her attention and she forgot about her pain.
“Finally!” the leaf said in a soft, tiny voice. “At last you allow your tears to flow. I thought you’d die with the poison inside.”
“What… what do you mean?” she asked.
“You’ve […]

Reading Time: 3 minutes Friday Story
On Track
What to do before you take a photo or push the buy button
 
The mother stopped at the crossroads and pointed down. She and her boy were standing between the two-lanes of Park and Madison Avenues in 97th street.
“Look at the tracks!” the mother pointed out.
The child loved those long rows of iron teeth that single-handedly contained the powerful impetus of the train. He was awed at the marvel of engineering that harnesses speed. But above all, he was invited by the tracks.
You probably know what I mean. There is an archetypal power in train tracks. They invite us to follow their iron steps into the unknown, beyond the horizon.
“I want a train!” the child bawled. “I want the train and the tracks!”
At that moment, the mother had a golden opportunity.
She could have pointed out that possession does not fulfill the invitation.
Instead, she went into the place of her little girl and hurried to assure her boy:
“Alright, we’ll get one for you!”
What if instead of teaching her boy that possession is power, she would have help him understand and […]