My nights have returned to me and with it, come the Guides with whispers of stories, tales with morals and understanding. I am forever grateful to be able to pass them on and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
The Wish Bone:
There once was a family, a family of four children and two parents, they lived in the wood out by the stream. Their way of life was simple and they lived off the land and by their own means, and the earth supplemented their requirements. It was a simple, hard but pleasurable life.
The family sat down to dinner one night, having all worked hard during the day, to the wondrous smells of a Chicken Roast, hot potatoes, beans and peas from the garden. They patiently said Grace and the Mother divided up the chicken to all, when they had eaten their meals, the smallest child asked if he could have the Wish Bone. The others chorused could they too have the Wish Bone.
The Mother took the Wish bone from the chicken and placed it to dry by the fire. "You must all wait" she said "for in order for the Wish Bone to properly crack, it must be dried for a time". The children waited impatiently for the Wish Bone to dry, arguing amongst themselves about whom would have the wishbone. When time had passed, the Mother took the Wish Bone from the fire place and as she did the Wish Bone spoke "I am a Magic Wish Bone and I have the power to grant one wish, please use the Wish wisely".
The Mother startled nearly dropped the Wish bone, and all of the family started immeditately then to argue about whom should have the Wish Bone Wish. The Father argued that since he was the Head of the Family, he should be allowed the wish. The Mother argued since she had cooked the chicken, then she should have the wish. The Eldest son argued that he should have the wish being the eldest of the children. The next one down argued that he should have the wish because the Eldest always got his way. The Daughter argued since she was the only daughter she should have the wish and so the arguments raged. The youngest boy watched all this arguing around him from his small statue and frowned.
The youngest son quietly moved from the fighting, took the Wishbone quietly and whispered to it. In the midst of the argument the Wishbone spoke loudly "It is done". The arguing stopped in an instant. The Family stared at the small boy and demanded what he had wished for, all of them all at once.
"Peace" said the small boy, "I asked for you all to stop arguing and the Wishbone granted my wish". The Family stared at him in dismay but the Wish was granted.
Moral: Sometimes we spend so much time deciding what is the right thing, what is the wrong thing, what we want, what we deserve, what should we do, that the opportunity that was there has been seized by another. Opportunities are exactly that, to be taken in the moment, to be treasured with impulsiveness. Written in the tide line, the next wave to take it away forever. Please have enough courage to recognise opportunity as it is presented, not to argue with yourself, the ins and outs, the pros and cons. Experience all you can!