Bedtime Stories for Kids by Kaizen Mindfulness Meditations

Author:Kaizen Mindfulness Meditations [Meditations, Kaizen Mindfulness]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-30T18:30:00+00:00

“You’re smarter than you look, Silly Child.”

“Thank you, Mister Butterfly.”

And then a massive gust of wind pushed me down into the nest. Thank goodness I was wearing a warm hat, or my hair would have been flying everywhere, and I would have been freezing! And then, I heard something different. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The distinct sound of wings flapping, but bigger. Louder. And then the white and gold head of Ol’ Lady Owl appeared over the edge of the nest. But bigger now. Much bigger. She was the size of a horse! Her feathers had gotten longer and shinier too. She hovered there in the air, glowing gold and pushing us back with all the wind her wings made.

“Well? Are you going to just sit there, Silly Child? I won’t wait here all day. Get on my back already.”

“You’re back? Miss Owl, what happened to you? How did you get so big?”

“Oh, never mind that, will you? You’ve got more important things to be doing right now. Like flying across a forest to find the Swiftest. You want to get home to your warm food, don’t you? I’m sure you miss your nest, and I’m starting to miss mine already.”

“Oh, okay!” I rose from the woven branches that made the giant nest and walked hesitantly to the edge.

“So how do I...”

“Just jump, child! I’ll catch you on my back.”

“Are you sure? We’re so high up. I don’t want to fa-”

“Are you saying you don’t trust me? The Wisest? If you want to walk instead, you can just slide back down the dead log and-”

“No! We want your help. I’ll jump.” I stood on the edge of the nest, looking down at the tops of the trees below. I had to be at least one hundred feet in the air. Maybe even two hundred! The tall pine trees looked like tiny sticks from way up here. Looking up, it was like I could almost touch the clouds. And even though the wind and snow were icy cold, my heart started to race, and my palms broke out in a sweat. A small part of me wanted to climb back into the nest and just stay there forever. But another side of me knew that this was important. I needed to be brave. To make this leap. So that I could get back home. If I didn’t, I would just regret it later. After all, it isn’t every day that someone gets to ride on the back of a giant owl in a snowstorm.

“Go on, Silly Child. You can do it. You need to do it.” Mister Butterfly encouraged, before flying over and landing on Miss Owl. “I’ll wait right here for you.”

And that’s when I jumped. The wind burned my eyes but stole the tears away. My scarf flapped wildly, tugging this way and that. Even my sweat was blown away by the cold air as I fell. And then, just as quickly as I had been falling, I wasn’t. I was flying.

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