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Saturday, July 14, 2007

Featured Story of the Month: The King's Wisdom (taken from the Healing Arts Website link listed in resource page:

THE KING'S WISDOM a tale created by Susi Wolf
A wise king ruled a certain land for many years.
One day two thieves arrived in his Kingdom. For two days they watched the King as he walked through the marketplace or sat with his subjects beside a lake. They were astonished by his willingness to mingle among ordinary people, and waited until he was alone.
Early one morning they saw the King by himself. He was seated quietly by the lake watching the sun rise. They drew their daggers and threatened to kill him if he did not give them his jewels and his purse.
The King looked at the two strangers, and then calmy gave them his satchel filled with gold. He invited them to share what food and drink he had, saying "Forever remember that a King showed you love and kindness when you showed him your greed."
The thieves departed, deeply moved by what had taken place.
Word spread quickly about what had happened. And, one villager hearing the tale did as the thieves had done and waited until the King was again alone by the lake. He took his dagger and threatened the king as well.
The King looked up, "What do you wish?"
The man said, "I have come to kill you unless you give me your jewels and purse!" Then he added, "Can I have my gold now?"
The King smiled and said, "no."
"Why not?" stammered the man. "When two strangers threatened you they received gold. Would you do less for your own subject?"
The King sighed and answered, "Those two strangers were wounded by life. It is obvious that all they have known is misery and hardship. They needed the experience of love and compassion to show them another way to satisfy their needs. You, on the other hand, have been surrounded by family and friends your entire life. You lack for nothing. Your only motivation is pure greed. I offer you another kind of compassion by not giving you the gold. So, kill me if you must, but no reward will come your way."
With that the King arose and walked slowly back to his court . The man sat down by the lake and wept.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Featured Stories of the Month for June, The Monk and the Samurai retold by John Porcino(taken from the Healing Arts Website link listed in resources)

Retold by John PorcinoThere was once a samurai warrior who traveled to the distant home of an old monk. On arriving he burst through the door and bellowed, "Monk, tell me! What is the difference between heaven and hell?"The monk sat still for a moment on the tatami-matted floor. Then he turned and looked up at the warrior. "You call yourself a samurai warrior," he smirked. "Why, look at you. You're nothing but a mere sliver of a man!""Whaaat!!" cried the samurai, as he reached for his sword."Oho!" said the monk. "I see you reach for your sword. I doubt you could cut off the head of a fly with that."The samurai was so infuriated that he could not hold himself back. He pulled his sword from its sheath and lifted it above his head to strike off the head of the old monk. At this the monk looked up into his seething eyes and said, "That, my son, is the gate to hell." Realizing that the monk had risked his life to teach this lesson, the samurai slowly lowered his sword and put it back into the sheath. He bowed low to the monk in thanks for this teaching."My friend," said the monk, "That is the gate to heaven."Reprinted with permission from Spinning Tales, Weaving Hope: Stories of Peace, Justice & the Environment, edited by Ed Brody, Jay Goldspinner, Katie Green, Rona Leventhal, and John Porcino, New Society Publishers, 1992. New edition 2002.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

From the Healing Story Allinace Website: The Bundle

A German Folktale adapted by Allison Cox from the story - "Bundles of Troubles, Bundles of Blessings" in the book - A Piece Of The Wind, by Ruthilde Kronberg and Patricia McKissack, Harper, San Francisco, 1990.

There once was a woman who had so many problems, so many worries, so many troubles... that at times she felt she had more troubles than anyone else in the world!
Well... there was one friend she knew who had quite a large share of troubles herself. But this friend seemed to be able to move through her troubles and come out the other side with her head still held high. The more the woman thought about her friend, the more she began to think "I could ask her to tell me how she deals with her problems and then I would know how to deal with mine."
The woman became convinced that this was the answer - so one day she knocked on her friend's door. The friend invited her in, they sat down and chatted together while they shared tea. By and by the visitor told the friend why she had come to visit.
"Oh, but I can't tell you how to deal with your own problems" the friend told her, "only you know what are the right choices for yourself." The visitor's face looked so crestfallen that the friend added "But I could tell you some advice that someone once gave me that helped..."
"Oh would you? Could you?" the visitor encouraged her.
"Alright" the friend answered. "Why don't you let that part of yourself (gesture to self) that is connected to all that is (gesture to above and beyond) take over caring for your troubles."
"Well... alright."
It wasn't the kind of advice that she had expected. The visitor stayed a bit longer, chatting and catching up, then she said goodbye to her friend and began walking home. On the way home she thought "I really have tried everything else I can think of - what do I have to lose?"
So that night, when everyone else was asleep, she shut her door, got into bed, sat there and said "That part of me (gesture to self) that is connected to all that is (gesture to above and beyond)... please - help me with my troubles. I don't know what else to do..."
Then she figured she must be done, so she turned out her light, pulled up the covers and fell asleep... and that night she dreamed a dream...
She found herself in a vast candlelit cavern, surrounded by gray bundles of all shapes and sizes, as far as she could see. Walking toward her was a woman with flowing long white hair and dressed in a long dark cape.
"Who are you?" asked the dreamer "and what is this place?"
"This is the cave of the bundles of troubles and I am the Keeper of the cave."
"Bundles of troubles?"
"Yes," the Keeper explained, "each person who walks the earth carries a bundle of trouble on their left shoulder." The dreamer turned to look and there was a gray bundle on her left shoulder - it had been there all this time and she never noticed! "If you wish," the keeper continued, "you can take your bundle down and exchange it for another."
"Really? I can?" The woman lowered the bundle from her left shoulder. Oh it felt so good to put it down. Then she began picking up different bundles, feeling their weight, trying them on for size... She did this for hours until finally she said "Can I take this one? This one feels just right."
"Certainly you may" the Keeper told her, "but first, why don't you open it up and look inside."
So the woman put the bag down and pulled on the gray drawstrings and looked inside... "But these are the same troubles I brought in here!"
The Keeper of the cave smiled softly and nodded. "That's usually what happens, but do not despair, for there is another bundle on your right shoulder that should help lighten your load."
The woman turned and saw another bundle on her right shoulder. It had been there all this time and she never noticed! Only this bundle was woven of silver and gold threads and it sparkled like a diamond in the sunlight.
The Keeper spoke - "Why don't you take down that bundle, and look inside."
So the woman did. The bundle was light as down. She pulled the silver and gold strings and looked inside. And there were... all of her experiences and all that she had learned. There were her talents, her gifts, her hopes and opportunities yet to come. The woman felt her heart fill with joy and she looked up to thank the Keeper of the cave. But the Keeper of the cave was gone. All the gray bundles were gone. The cave was gone. And she found herself sitting up in her own bed with the morning sun streaming through the window, shining in her face.