The Girl Who Can Fly

The Girl Who Can Fly Photo from angelslightworldwide.com

The Girl Who Can Fly
Photo from angelslightworldwide.com

Once upon a time, somewhere in old China, there lived a poor little girl. She was raised by her Aunt and Uncle after her parents died when she was a baby.

One day in early Spring, just after the last traces of snow melted, she saw flowers of different colors coming a-bloom by the river banks! She sprung to her feet and saw that there were more flowers to her right. She looked the other way and saw that the flowers on the left looked nicer. She ran here and there and there was just too many of the beautiful flowers around that she wished she can see them all at once.

She looked up. When she raised her head she saw birds flying above her. She then thought, “If only I have wings then I can fly. If I can fly, then I will be able to see all these beautiful flowers from above. Just like the birds.”

She went by the side of the river and scooped a handful of water. She then rubbed her two hands together with the water from the river and rubbed the back of her shoulders with it with her eyes closed. She murmured her simple wish while doing it and said “I will have wings. I will be able to fly. I will see all these beautiful flowers at once.” Then she started swaying both her arms, looked up at the sky – up, down, up, down, up, down – with her eyes closed, waiting for her “wings” to appear.

While she was doing this, the daughter of the village store owner passed by. She looked at the poor girl and asked her what she was doing. The poor girl replied, “I am growing wings so I can fly!” The other girl replied, “Are you insane? How can you grow wings? That is impossible!” The poor girl said, “I used the water from the river. It will help me grow my wings.” And she continued swaying her arms – up, down, up, down, up, down. The daughter of the village store owner walked away.

When she reached their store, she thought: “If the poor girl can grow wings by only using the water from the river, then I can do too! I am the daughter of the village store owner and better than her!” She then went to her father’s store and looked for the most expensive milk that they sell. She opened the bottle, took a handful of milk and rubbed it at the back of her shoulders. Then she closed her eyes, swayed her arms, looked up at the sky – up, down, up, down, up, down – and murmurmed her wish: “I will grow wings and will fly. I am better than the poor girl.”

While the daughter of the village store owner was doing this, the daughter of the village judge passed by and asked her what she was doing. She answered her she was trying to grow wings. The judge’s daughter replied: “Are you insane? How can you grow wings?” The other girl said: “I used milk and rubbed it in my shoulders. I just have to continue doing this so I can fly.” The judge’s daughter left her.

When she reached their house, the judge’s daughter said to herself: “If the daughter of the village store owner can grow wings, so do I! I am the daughter of the village judge. I am better than her!” She then went to the cellar and looked for the most expensive wine her father had collected over the years. She opened the bottle and took a handful then rubbed the back of her shoulders with it. She then swayed her arms, looked up at the sky – up, down, up, down, up, down – closed her eyes, murmured her wish: “I can grow wings. I will fly.” And she continued swaying her arms like the birds do with their wings – up, down, up, down, up, down..

Just then, the princess passed by and she saw the judge’s daughter. “What are you doing?”, she asked. “I am trying to grow wings so I can fly!”, the other girl replied. “Are you insane? How can you grow wings? That is impossible!” , said the princess. The judge’s daughter said “Easy. I used my father’s best wine and rubbed it in my shoulders. It will help me grow wings!” The princess and her entourage left her and proceeded to the palace.

When she reached her room, she thought: “If the judge’s daughter can grow wings, the more I can! I am the princess!” So she went to her bedroom that is just way too huge for a girl and opened the gold closet where she kept her perfumes. She then chose the bottle of the most expensive and exotic perfume that her father, the king, had given to her – gave it a swig and rubbed the butterfly sunshine’d exotic smell of the liquid in both hands and started rubbing the back of her shoulders with the perfume. She closed her eyes and murmured her wish: “I am the princess. I can grow wings. I used the most expensive perfume in the world.” And she swayed her arms – up, down, up, down, up, down, and looked up at the sky.

While she was doing this, her mother, the queen came to check upon her in her room. When the queen saw what she was doing, she asked her immdiately. The princess told her mother: “I am trying to grow wings so I can fly. The mother replied: “Don’t be silly, my child. That is not possible.” The princess said, “Oh yes, it is! I used the most expensive perfume king gave me! I will grow wings in no time.” The queen left her.

When she reached their room, the queen said to herself: “I am the queen! I can grow wings better than my daughter!” She then went to the center of the room and pressed on a knob on the marbled crystal fountain that they have installed there. A big chest, surrounded with gold and silver came up, and revealed a tiny bottle of the most important oil there is in the world. She then rubbed oil in the palm of her hands and rubbed it at the back of her shoulders. She looked up at the sky, flapped her arms – up, down, up, down, up, down.

Soon all the women in the whole kingdom were flapping their wings and looking up at the sky. The men were terrified and asked:”What is wrong with all of our women?” Then Buddha saw what was happening and exclaimed: “What you are all doing is impossible. Only birds can fly.”

The women stopped doing what they were doing. They were all tired. Except for one little poor girl. She flapped and swayed and prayed to Buddha to give her wings. It was all she ever wanted. She had nothing. She did not notice that she was too tired. She prayed, and prayed, and prayed.

Then suddenly, she saw her body starting to float. She had wings! She is flying – flying up towards the sky. And now she was able to see the flowers! All the flowers by the river banks, by the side of the road, by the village houses, by the mountains. She can see them all.

She was so happy. She can fly.

Photo from angelslightworldwide.com

Photo from angelslightworldwide.com

Note:
This was one of the story during the Story-Telling Festival in Belgium that I have attended. The story was told in Dutch, I just translated it in English.
Enjoy!

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One thought on “The Girl Who Can Fly

  1. Its like you read my mind! You appear to know a lot about this, like you wrote the book in it or something. I think that you could do with some pics to drive the message home a bit, but other than that, this is wonderful blog. An excellent read. I’ll certainly be back.

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