For Family Day November 2015
One blustery autumn day, when the wind was causing the leaves to swirl across the garden, Finn ventured outside to see if there were any more apples left on the tree. Yes, the last remaining ones were ripe and ready! So he picked them and took them to his mother in the house. ‘Thank you,‘ she said, delighted. ‘We’ll cook these for our supper while they are fresh and full of Mother Earth’s and Father Sun’s goodness.
Job done, Finn ran outside into the fresh air to play.
He loved to look for conkers and open them up to find the seed inside. (He knew that they were poisonous and so did not put any in his mouth). He enjoyed picking up and looking more closely at the dark red and golden leaves. He also noticed that some of the trees were already nearly bare, and remembered that there had been a frost overnight. How early it became dark now – not like in the summer when he had been playing outside until supper time! ‘What will happen to Father Sun’s light and warmth now that winter was approaching?’ he wondered.
Finn looked up to see Father Sun shining through the branches of the apple tree. ‘I shall miss you so much, Father Sun’, called out the little boy, ‘and all my friends, the creatures and the flowers. Will I see them again?’
‘Yes’, beamed Father Sun, understanding the question inside the little boy’s heart. ‘It’s time for certain little creatures to disappear into their cosy nests for their winter’s rest, which is called hibernating. And it’s time for the seeds, having absorbed my golden rays of light, to wait within Mother Earth until it’s time for their roots grow. When my golden rays grow dim in winter, so much is happening under the ground, Finn’, spoke Father Sun reassuringly.
‘Can you show me what you mean,’ asked Finn, wishing that he could see where his friends had gone.
At the bottom of the garden Finn caught sight of a tiny figure. As he looked more closely he realised that a gnome was beckoning to him to follow him. Finn ran to catch up with the gnome, and followed him down, down………… into the earth. ‘What fun!’ Finn thought. (He loved adventures). They made their way along passages which the gnome clearly knew like the back of his hand until they arrived at a sort of door. The gnome knocked very gently, whispering to Finn that some of Mother Earth’s children were already fast asleep. Finn instinctively knew to only use his very quietest voice as he tip-toed into the underground cavern.
There, inside, it was surprisingly light. Finn noticed with his inside eyes that light was shining out of the sleeping seeds, and even out of the stones and crystals. Finn watched the gnomes as they fed the fine, fibrous roots of the plants with special nutrients from Mother Earth’s storehouse which the roots adored. They drew in the goodness and were then able to grow deeper into the earth to give strength in turn to the leaves and flowers of the plant growing above the earth.
Finn gazed around him. There were some sleeping seeds, and a few seeds preparing to grow. There were fairies dreaming of colours and patterns to paint next spring’s flowers. The magnificent worms were as busy as ever digesting old leaves, compost and debris to make fresh, nutrient-rich soil. Finn could see that all the nature-spirits and creatures were cosy and contented within Mother Earth’s cavern, and that there was, as Father Sun had told him, plenty happening down here!
His heart satisfied, Finn whispered, ‘Thank you Mother Earth, and thank you all for keeping the light safe’. Then he crept away as the gnome once again beckoned to him. They made their way up through the underground earth passages.
Soon they arrived back in the little boy’s garden, and he ran inside to tell his parents about his adventures. They listened carefully. ‘I’ll make a lantern’, exclaimed Finn, ‘to keep Father Sun’s light shining all through the dark of the winter’. He went to find some coloured tissue paper to remind him of the colours of the flowers he had seen in the garden. Then he began to stick pieces on to a jar.
His father watched and helped him whilst his mother cooked the apples. ‘This light is like the light in your very own heart, and in all people and all living things. The light never really dies. Sometimes we don’t see it, but with love, we can feel it,’ explained his father. Finn thought about what he’d seen in the cavern below the earth’.
‘Supper time!’ called Finn’s mother. The family sat down to eat together, enjoying all the goodness in the apples, which Finn had picked earlier. And they talked about Finn’s underground adventures in Mother Earth’s cavern.
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