Tiny Star

 

 

This is a story I used to tell my 4 kids when they were little. I finally sat down and wrote it. I hope you enjoy this, a piece of my kid’s childhood. They still remember it and that warms my heart!

Once upon a time there was a tiny star who lived in the sapphire blue midnight skies. She wanted so much to be noticed but she was just a tiny twinkle in the heavens. She would see all the shooting stars flying by her at amazing speeds. She always wondered where they went once they fell out of the heavens, earth-bound,  never to be seen or heard from again. So she asked The North Star, the wisest of all the nova,

” North Star, please tell me how I can be like all those amazing shooting stars that whiz on by me everyday!” The North Star frowned and responded in his deep gentle voice of a caring grandpa,

” Darling, you don’t want to be them. Not all is as it seems.”

Tiny Star frowned and she jumped up and down exclaiming,

” But I DO! It’s what I wanted to be since I was born.” North Star put his arm around her and sat Tiny Star on his ancient lap. He let her get settled and then he answered.

” No, you don’t. For you see, shooting stars are here one day and gone tomorrow. They shoot off in a bang and no one ever sees them again.” Tiny Star was wide-eyed and she said,

” WHAT?? Where do they go?” North Star answered with a chuckle,

” They go nowhere mi amor. They die and can never shine like you will always shine. People don’t remember them like they remember you. People don’t name shooting stars, they name the real, fixed stars like you who form  part of major constellations. Remember that.” Tiny Star was amazed,

” You mean I matter? You mean people know my name?”  North Star answered  her with a calm smile and a wink,

” Of course they do because your name is written in the stars by God‘s own hand.” Tiny Star was never the same after she discovered her true identity and purpose.

THE END!

Eva Santiago copyright 2012-2013

 

INCIDENTAL

Life is incidentally,exponentially accidental

Two people meet

Two worlds that were apart now collide

Driving down a long stretch of ribbon like high way late at night to clear his attic of all the messy cob webs; they talked over the air waves for hours about everything and nothing

Her voice kept him awake

Her voice gave him hope

Her voice soothes his raw nerves, frayed from dealing with life’s random, haphazard incidents all by himself

Why did these two meet?

Who the hell cares!

What matters is that they did

So much is spoken one soul to the other through unspoken expressions

Life is incidentally, exponentially accidental

What if these two had met 5,10,20 years ago?

Would the spark be the same as it is now?

Maybe. Maybe not

5,10,20 years ago they were both very different people-

With different goals

With different drives

Time is everything

If there is a big bang theory;these two should receive the Nobel for having created it

Life is incidentally,exponentially accidental

Look for it

The BEST things in life come about through happy little accidents.

But are they accidents?

Or is it perhaps the universe just having a good time aligning your stars?

-Eva Santiago copyright 2013

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UNDER A BUS

UNDER A BUS
Ever been thrown under a bus?
OUCH!
Hell yeah that kills ya
Or so it feels like it
You think your heart’s been splattered
Cuz you thought to him you really mattered
Then it hits you:
DAMN!! You needed a friend
Some one to be there ‘til the end
And when it really mattered
He took your feelings
And to the 4 winds they scattered
Just when you hoped that to him you mattered
What you thought was there once
Turns out was never really there
Turns out it to him you never really mattered

So now what?
You  were thrown under a bus
But you weren’t run over
You dodged and you ducked
Not letting the weight of it all crush you to bits
And in all of that you found this:
Your own worth
Your own dignity
Your own strength

So next time you’re thrown under a bus:
Don’t let it kill ya
Don’t let it paralyze ya
Don’t let it get ya
Just know it’ll be over soon
Once the bus goes by
You’ll get up
Dust yourself off
And smile again at the moon!

-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

Tiny Star

This is a story I used to tell my 4 kids when they were little. I finally sat down and wrote it. I hope you enjoy this, a piece of my kid’s childhood. They still remember it and that warms my heart!

 

Once upon a time there was a tiny star who lived in the sapphire blue midnight skies. She wanted so much to be noticed but she was just a tiny twinkle in the heavens. She would see all the shooting stars flying by her at amazing speeds. She always wondered where they went once they fell out of the heavens, earth-bound,  never to be seen or heard from again. So she asked The North Star, the wisest of all the nova,

” North Star, please tell me how I can be like all those amazing shooting stars that whiz on by me everyday!” The North Star frowned and responded in his deep gentle voice of a caring grandpa,

” Darling, you don’t want to be them. Not all is as it seems.”

Tiny Star frowned and she jumped up and down exclaiming,

” But I DO! It’s what I wanted to be since I was born.” North Star put his arm around her and sat Tiny Star on his ancient lap. He let her get settled and then he answered.

” No, you don’t. For you see, shooting stars are here one day and gone tomorrow. They shoot off in a bang and no one ever sees them again.” Tiny Star was wide-eyed and she said,

” WHAT?? Where do they go?” North Star answered with a chuckle,

” They go nowhere mi amor. They die and can never shine like you will always shine. People don’t remember them like they remember you. People don’t name shooting stars, they name the real, fixed stars like you who form  part of major constellations. Remember that.” Tiny Star was amazed,

” You mean I matter? You mean people know my name?”  North Star answered  her with a calm smile and a wink,

” Of course they do because your name is written in the stars by God‘s own hand.” Tiny Star was never the same after she discovered her true identity and purpose.

THE END!

Eva Santiago copyright 2012