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originally posted by: Gordi The Drummer
A Short Story for The Shed to ponder:
THE GLASS JAR
A Few Years Ago, in a Land Not Far Away...
I saw a light.
It was so warm, so lovely and bright that I thought it was an Angel.
Others saw that light too, and we were all drawn towards its glow... We were all drawn together.
The light warmed all of our hearts until (crazily) it felt like we were actually, physically glowing ourselves.
When we got closer, it became clear that it was "just" a Firefly.
A tiny, glowing insect flickering like a candle in a huge bleak forest of darkness.
But we couldn't take our eyes from it, we loved it!
And then something magical happened.
I looked down and I noticed that I was glowing.
I was beaming with energy, it flowed through and around me and I was radiant with it.
The love and the light had changed me. Made me better. Made me more than I was before.
When I finally looked back up, I saw that the others, like me were glowing too!
Our tiny, solitary Firefly had become a rallying point for many like-minded souls to come together harmoniously in the dark.
Together, as one family, we had become more than we ever could have become as lone individuals.
We were creative. We laughed. We cried. We shared. We grew. We loved, and our collective glow began to grow so bright that it lit up the entire forest.
Sometimes the wind would rise and threaten to scatter us all back into the dark wilderness, but we were strong.
We stuck together, we persevered and eventually we found a large glass jar that all of us glowing "Fireflies" could shelter in.
That simple glowing jar became something of a legend, a beacon for others to seek out.
In the dark, dangerous wilds of the forest, there was an actual place of real warmth, light, laughter, shelter and comfort.
Over time, many visited the jar - intrigued by its strange glow.
Some didn't understand it and tried to poke sticks at it.
Some fell in love with it and joined the Fireflies inside.
Some entered, grew and then left to spread their own light elsewhere.
More still sat around the outside of the mysterious glowing jar, fascinated by it's unique aura but too scared (or too shy) to enter.
Some misinterpreted what the light was and didn't understand how it came to be in the first place.
And some darker souls even tried to disrupt its light or to steal some for themselves.
So at times, its light faded.
With the fading of the light, it became harder to see... and some of the flies lost sight of the others in the darkness and became lost themselves.
For those who were there at the start, it was (and always will be) a magical place of love, joy and togetherness.
A place of positivity and creativity, generating warmth and the very light which attracted everyone there in the first place.
At the end of the day - a Glass Jar tended by Fireflies is a fragile thing out in the dark woods.
For it to survive and thrive - it needs looking after... and maybe topping up occasionally?
originally posted by: Night Star
OMG, amazing! Over 200 draws, pipe organ, clock...in a desk!
The craftsmanship of this is just amazing! Hidden compartments and automatic doors opening etc.
Wow! 18th century French mechanical table!