The Wise Bird & the Dream Spinner

by Suzanne Katanic
Read time: ~3 minutes

There is a very wise bird who soars endlessly across the land, searching for soul stones and gathering healing balm for those who suffer. Her wings stretch wide enough to blanket the entire earth. As she flies, silvery dust drifts from her feathers, leaving a shimmering trail of peace behind her. Upon her strong back rides the Dream Spinner, who guides her through the night in search of hidden tinctures and forgotten treasures to bring back to the dreamers.

She is tireless, devoted to helping and to healing. All you have to do is call, and she will come, bringing exactly what your heart needs.

One night, the wise bird heard a call, not from the Dream Spinner, but from a child the Dream Spinner was tending. Though the child’s cry was silent, the bird felt it echo in her great heart and followed its thread through the darkened sky. With the Dream Spinner perched between her wings, she glided over sleeping forests and quiet towns. Her wings spread wide, draping the earth in a hush of calm, while peace fell from her feathers into the dreams of all below.

At last, the Dream Spinner pointed to a small house. The bird slipped through an open window, her feathers brushing moonlight aside. Inside, they found the child hiding, frightened by a noise that had come in the night. Beneath the bed, the child shivered. The Dream Spinner climbed down and wrapped the child in warmth and comfort, gently rocking and asking what had been lost.

One by one, the Dream Spinner gathered the colorful soul jewels the child had misplaced, pieces of joy, peace, and wonder, and placed them back into the child’s heart. Together, they spun a new dream, bright and soft, until the child glowed with a cocoon of warm, white light. Then the wise bird lifted her wings once more, carrying the Dream Spinner back into the sky, ready to answer the next call.

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Anna & The Magic Bench

by Suzanne Katanic
~ 2 min read

The magic bench was a bench like any other. It was made of gray stone, its legs carved with gentle curves. This bench sat quietly in the middle of a rose garden in a busy city park. Every day, people ran, walked, and biked past it. Some wore headphones, some chatted with friends, hardly noticing the bench at all.

One day, Anna came and sat on the bench. She had been busy for so long that the busyness had started to spin around inside her like a never-ending merry-go-round. She had asked the Dream Spinner for help, and he had led her here.

"What, only a bench?" Anna asked the Dream Spinner. "Where are the answers? Where is the direction I’m looking for?"

But the Dream Spinner just smiled and drifted away on the breeze. So Anna sat quietly on the bench and closed her eyes. She listened to her breath. She felt her feet rooted on the ground. Slowly, her mind quieted. She felt her heart and her belly. She sat like this for a long while, until the whirling inside her slowed to stillness.

Finally, she whispered to the bench, "What do I do with my time?"

The bench came alive and answered, "Spend your time wisely. Follow your heart. And make sure to sit quietly every day."

A warm golden glow filled Anna’s heart. When she opened her eyes, the roses seemed brighter, the grass greener, and the sky a more brilliant blue. A little squirrel scampered up a tree in front of her, and she noticed it and felt happy.

Everything had come alive, all from sitting on the magic bench.

#mindfulness #storytime #naturemagic #meditation #slowliving #dreamwork #dreamspinner #dreamsymbolism