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At the beginning of time, the Star Weaver tipped her pot and blanketed the dark night with twinkling stars.
And then the people were no longer scared of the long nights.
They looked up, and they pointed and they told stories about the stars.
The Star Weaver sat, her hair billowing in the gentle night breeze, and she listened to the fantastic stories.
And she began to move and arrange the stars so they became like actors on a stage, lined as they should as stories unfold.
And the people were happy and comforted, for their stories could now be repeated, and their sons and daughters pointed to the same stars, and told the same stories to their sons and daughters.
But the stars grew restless, they did not like staying in constellations. They fidgeted, slipped away, and made mischief.
And people began to get confused.
The Star Weaver created Star Voyagers, picked from the purest of the celestial beings, to travel amongst the stars, to coax them back in place.
One of the Star Voyagers wore winged boots and carried a lyre with him. He would sing soothing songs to the stars and they all loved him.
One day this Star Voyager slipped and he fell through the night, carried by the whisper of an earthly woman, and he fell into her womb. For she had raised her head in the deep of the night and wished for a child. He was not sure how that happened, and neither did that woman. But it did not take long for their hearts and souls to connect.
The Star Voyager’s time on earth was a wonderful one. He was full of curiosity and every day was filled with amazing discoveries.
But soon he began to yearn to be back with the stars high up in the skies again. He knew he has his duties to fulfill and if there were chaos amongst the stars the people may be fearful again. Sadly, he bid his earth mother, his earth father, and his earth sisters good-bye.
Oh, how heart-breaking was the farewell! There were so many tears and his earth mother felt she would die from grief.
The Star Weaver took pity on the earth mother. She plucked a star and place it on the Star Voyager’s lyre, so that she may always know where her star-child is, when she cast her eyes up to the sky, in search of her Star Voyager.
And so, to this day, the Star Voyager continues to travel across the starry sky, carrying his lyre with a star on it, and every night he sends love down to his earth mother, and earth father, and earth sisters.
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My dear Star Voyager,
you are ever so missed.
And loved.
And that is all.
Love,
your earth mama
Oh Janis, how beautiful, Sending so much love as you remember Ferdinand x
How very beautiful…love you and holding you, as always. Angie
Hugs hugsss…missed too, tai mai
So much love. x
Oh how I miss ‘hearing’ your voice regularly Janis.. thinking of you and Ferdinand always.. xxxxx
Janis- do you mind if I re-post this this year on Cullen’s birthday? xxxx
why would I mind, Leslie my sweet dear friend!! So happy to see you commenting… ((hugs))!!
I loved this so much. Thank You.
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Janis, from the first line this special story touches the reader. More, please.
Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤
I ended up on your blog after I did a google search for the Swallowed by a Snake story…and have been reading for about an hour now. I have never gone through what you have. I’m 24, I have no children, I have never even been pregnant, and have never lost someone so dear and innocent as your child. I cannot fully understand the pain in your heart. But I had to leave a comment and let you know that your words are so beautiful. The ability to turn such tormenting grief into something so artfully and masterfully built so that, even though I imagine you began this blog in order to heal yourself, others can find comfort in your thoughts and paragraphs…that is such a precious thing. For those who cannot put their sorrow into words (or even coherent thoughts) like this, reading what you’ve written and having some kind of tangible way to approach and cope with their feelings is a blessing. I have been in tears reading this and want to send my love and thank you for putting your healing heart out there as a beacon to others who cannot quite raise their heads enough to see the light through the pain. Where I work, I encounter patients every day who are in a similarly painful situation…would you mind if I referred some of them to your blog? I think many of them would benefit from reading these beautiful entries, and many would be empowered by realizing that although the pain will never truly go away, they will still heal. Again, thank you, and I wish you love and peace!
Not at all, Hilary. Thank you for your open-mindedness to read, leave a comment and reaching out. Your patients are so lucky to be attended by such a thoughtful and wonderful soul. Best wishes!