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Click here to hear Yaga reading "At the same time" Book 1 "Meeting" Produced by: Heights @ Hot Milk Records

 

Book 1

 

Meeting

 

 

On a road that was traveling in only two directions, a girl was pulling her red wagon. And from the opposite direction, a boy walking towards her was pulling his green wagon.  
When they met in the middle, the boy said “oh, hello”.
“Hello” answered the girl with a small wave.
“Where you going?” asked the boy.
“I am going to fix my wagon” answered the girl.
“Oh! I am going to fix my wagon too!” exclaimed the boy.
“What’s wrong with your wagon?” asked the girl.
“It is pulling me in the wrong direction. It doesn’t want to go straight” explained the boy.  “What’s wrong with yours?”
“Mine became so heavy that it is hard to pull. Even though, as you see, there is nothing in it” complained the girl. “But why are you going in this direction?” she inquired, pointing to the way she had just come?
“Oh” said the boy, ” because I heard about an old man who fixes crooked wagons and he lives in this direction” he replied.
“That’s funny.  I heard about an old woman who fixes heavy wagons and she lives in that direction” replied the girl, pointing to the road ahead of her.
“Oh, really?” said the boy.  “How far do you have to go?”
“I don’t know, and you?” asked the girl.
“I don’t know... what if we will get lost?” asked the boy with concern.
“That’s silly” responded the girl. This road only travels in two directions. Whether we find them or not, we‘ll come back. I will meet you again very soon & this time with your wagon pulling straight, you’ll see”.
“OK. See you soon” said the boy and he began walking in this direction.
“See you soon” waved the girl and she started walking in that direction.
No sooner had they disappeared from each other’s sight did the girl and the boy arrive exactly the same time to their destinations!
When the old woman, who fixes heavy wagons and lives in that direction, opened the door and looked at the girl and her red wagon, the old man, who lives in this direction and fixes crooked wagons opened his door and looked at the boy and his green wagon.  
“There you are” said the man and the old woman at the same time.
“Oh hello”, said the boy, as usual to an old man.  And “Hello” said the girl to an old woman. “Do you fix wagons?” the girl and the boy asked at the same time.
“It depends what’s wrong with them” the old woman, and the old man answered to their visitors also at exactly same time.
 “My wagon is getting very heavy and I don’t know why? Perhaps you can fix it“ inquired the girl with a  curious look.
“Let’s bring it in” said the old woman. “Fixing heavy wagons is my specialty”.
“That’s what I heard” the girl nodded and they both pulled the wagon to the house.
“You have no tools here” noticed the girl, glancing around.
“They are like your load, invisible” answered the old woman.
“I don’t understand” thought the girl to herself, but she said “I understand”.
“You see! There it is!”
“What?” asked the girl, confused.
“The load!  You thought to yourself, “I don’t understand”, but you said to me “I understand”.”
“What does that have to do with my load?” questioned the girl.
“You see, explained the woman, “the wagon is not getting heavier, you are getting weaker”.
 “I am?”  
“Yes, if you won’t speak your truth, you will get very weak” said the old woman; “So weak that it will become hard to pull your own weight”.
“Really? And that’s from not speaking my truth?”
“Yes, “continued the woman, when you don’t speak the truth, you get lost in the world where all is heavy.”
“And then I will sigh and say that the life is hard like Mrs. Ramsey” the girl replied, pensively.
“Exactly! With time, when you don’t speak the truth you will not be able to think truth and then… you won’t see the difference between a truth and a falsehood in the world around you.”
“I see the difference!” answered the girl indignantly.
“Yes. You do” nodded the old woman “because you are nine. You have not yet forgotten what the truth looks like”
“I will never forget!”
“Good, now you can check your wagon. Pull it outside and see”.
“Wow! Exclaimed the girl excitedly, “It is much lighter! Thank you! I will remember to look for the truth everywhere” and she ran off in this direction with her light wagon, waving good bye to the old woman.
At precisely the time the girl was greeted by the old woman, the boy said: “Oh hello” to the old man and asked him “Do you fix wagons?”
“It depends on what’s wrong with them” answered the old man.
“It is pulling me in the wrong direction. The boy explained in frustration. “It doesn’t want to go straight”.
“Yes, I can fix your wagon”. The old man replied encouragingly. “I can see that you think you will get lost a lot. You get scared and you can get swayed easily because you think you don’t know your direction”.
“But I don’t!” retorted the boy crossly.
“Oh, but you do…”whispered the old man with a knowing smile, and the boy moved closer to hear him better. “Just because you were told to listen to grownups doesn’t mean you don’t know your direction”.
“So why do I have to listen to grownups if I know my direction?” questioned the boy, not cross any longer.
The old man thought for a moment and continued: “Because there are two kinds of directions. The first one is inside of you, the other is outside you”
“I have a road inside me?!” Boy looked scared.
“Now you are scared again” noticed the old man. “Yes, there are many roads inside you. All, at first are invisible. We come to this world hoping to travel them all and when we travel them, they become visible.”
“I have invisible roads and I will travel them to make them visible? I am lost… (ups), sorry”
“Yes, you have invisible roads and you will travel them to make them visible, and yes you get lost a lot” The old man smiled, and the boy looked more curious than lost at that moment.
The old man continued assuredly, “It’s like with your visit here. You knew you wanted to have your wagon fixed, that’s your direction. You also had to ask grownups if they knew who fixed crooked wagons and where he could be found. That was their knowing of direction. They knew where to send you, but you knew why you wanted to come here” The old man was still smiling and the boy began to smile with understanding.
“I heard about an old man who fixes crooked wagons, who lives in this direction, because I knew that my wagon needed to be fixed. They didn’t even know this.  Mr. Ramsey said “wagons get like that when you use them a lot”, but I knew it could be fixed!” The boy looked very satisfied.
“That’s right!” encouraged the old man “You knew what you wanted as a result, but you don’t always know where to get it.  You know what you want to achieve, but you don’t know how to do it and that is why you need to ask, search, and sometimes wait for the direction to be shown to you.”  
“I understand!”  the boy jumped up off his chair enthusiastically “When I don’t know what I want and what can I accomplish the road moves in all directions… I get confused and scared.”
“Yes, yes,” beamed the old man. “You think you don’t know what you want to accomplish, but really - you do, deep inside you - you do”.  
“I know!” “I know!” “My wagon will go straight now!”
“You might come again for a tune-up in the future” offered the old man
“Oh yes, I will know for certain now when my wagon needs a tune up and I know where to go to fix it. Now I know of both directions!  

The boy smiled knowingly and ran off in that direction with his wagon following straight behind him, waving good bye to the old man.  

     

The End

 

Edited by Jasmine Jessen

Copyright: Yaga Bialski  Oct. 15 2012

Click here to hear Yaga reading "At the same time" Book 2 "On the way back" Produced by: Heights @ Hot Milk Records

 

 

Book 2

 

On the way back

 

 

On a road that was travelling in only two directions, a girl and a boy were walking home.  The girl was pulling a red wagon and she was coming from that direction and from this direction, walking towards her the boy was pulling his green wagon. 

When they came close enough to speak to each other, the boy said “oh, hello”.

“Hello again” answered the girl with a small wave.

“Did you find the old woman who fixes heavy wagons in that direction?” asked the boy, pointing to the road ahead of him.

“Yes I did!” exclaimed the girl. “And she fixed my wagon!” the girl was now even more excited to share the story about the woman, the wagon and the manner in which it became fixed, then at the moment when it actually became fixed! And she was pretty excited then! “I thought that my wagon was getting heavier, but it was me, who was getting weaker! And you know why? “

“Why?” asked the boy with a concerned look.

The girl leaned towards boy’s ear and whispered “because I do not speak my truth”.

“Really?” the boy moved his head away from the girl to take a better look into her eyes. “If you won’t speak your truth, you will get weak?” pondered the boy looking in that direction.

“Yes, that’s what the old woman said. You can become so weak, that it will be hard to pull even your own weight”.

“Really? And that’s from not speaking your truth? I have to remember that.” The boy was still in a pensive mode “wow... we really learned a lot today”.

“Tell me, what did you learn? The girl interrupted the boy’s reverie, “did you find the old man, who lives in this direction and fixes crooked wagons?

What did he say?” the girl’s eyes became large with curiosity.

“Oh, I did... and he fixed it….that’s all“ said the boy, dismissively, looking at his feet.

”That’s all?

That’s all?“ the girl jumped with impatience. “Don’t you want to tell me your story?

“I don’t like telling stories” mumbled the boy, still looking at his feet.

“Why?” The girl was now more concerned than impatient.

“Because everybody always tells me that I am supposed to say it differently” the boy answered with a pout.

“It’s your story! You can take it in any direction you want! I won’t even interrupt with more questions!” The girl promised. “You don’t have to worry about me!” She added firmly.

“That was the problem with my wagon. I worry and I get scared because I think I will get lost. And I don’t even know in which direction my story should go” replied the boy with a heavy sigh.

The girl slowly nodded with understanding. “So that’s why it looks like your wagon is pulling you in all directions!” I see how that can happen.” Her face brightened up “Did the old man tell you how to find your direction?

“Yes. He told me that there are two kinds of roads one kind is inside us and another one in the outside world. When you know what you want, that’s your direction inside you, but you don’t always know where to find it and that is why you need to ask for direction outside of you. You sometimes have to ask many people, many times and sometimes you have to wait for the direction to be shown to you”. The boy looked very satisfied with his explanation.

“Wow, see, you really learned a lot! We learned a lot!” said the girl with a truly happy smile.

“Yes we did!” The boy smiled back.

“I am curious now, how did you hear about the old woman who fixes heavy wagons and that she lives in that direction?” asked the boy, pointing to the road ahead of him.

“It was my grandpa, who knew the old woman since they were children.  She was fixing wagons all her life, but she moved away and came back only ten years ago, shortly before her grandson was born” answered the girl.

“How does she look?” Asked the boy

“Old” giggled the girl. “How did you hear about the old man who fixes crooked wagons and that he lives in this direction”.

“From my grandma, she has lived with us since I was born....”

“Wait!” shouted the girl, her eye’s widening.

“Hey, you said you wouldn’t interrupt me when I tell my story” admonished the boy looking slightly disappointed.

“Yes, but... you see... the old man who fixes crooked wagons, and who lives in this direction, is my grandpa! And the old woman, who fixes heavy wagons, and who lives in that direction, is your grandma!” the girl was beside herself with excitement.

“No way!” shouted the boy, who now forgot that he was interrupted and that he was slightly disappointed.

“Yes, for sure! That is so strange! My grandpa calls it synchronicity!” added the girl with glee.

“Calls it what?” questioned the boy, still very excited.

“Synchronicity”

“What is it?”

“I think it has something to do with odd things. Grandpa calls it synchronicity when things happen so unusually that they look like they are made up or maybe they are planned by an invisible person”.  The girl looked lost in her thoughts.

“I hope I will remember that. Still you shouldn’t have interrupted me when I was telling my story” the boy reminded her.

“You are right. I am sorry. All because of this Synchronicity” nodded the girl looking sorry.

“I have to go home now” said the girl.

“Me too” said the boy.  And they said goodbye to each other with very friendly smiles and they started walking the road that was travelling in only two directions. The girl went in this direction and the boy went to that direction.

“Wait! The boy turned around. What’s your name?’

But the girl was too far away and she didn’t hear his call.

 

 

The End

 

Edited by Jasmine Jessen

Copyright: Yaga Bialski  Oct. 15 2012