The Girl Who Walked With Giants

Once upon a time, there was a girl from a poor family who became lost in the woods.

As night closed in– and frost bit her fingers– a giant in the shape of a woman with a large basket, spotted her.

“Child” she roared; in loud giant tongue

“Why do you shiver and stand still in the frost of the night.

Surely you will freeze if you do not move on?”

The girl cowered under vibration of the giant’s words and froze even more— not saying a word.

“Child!” roared the giant again.

“Can you not hear what I say?” You shall freeze to death if you do not get moving..why are you here? What are you seeking?”

The girl stood cowering even more– until finally, she decided to make a move.

She plucked a hair from her head <for courage> and dropped it onto the forest floor.

“I am lost.” Replied the girl.

“I am lost and do not know my way home.

Rather than go left or right or straight or back again, I am trying to decide what I should do.”

The giant listened to the words of the girl, and then paused thoughtfully– thinking of what she said.

“Child!” roared the giant.

“Would you like to take lodging with my family tonight? You may share a room with my daughter, and tomorrow when the sun rises and the warmth of the day sets over the land, we can help you find your way back to where you belong.”

The girl plucked another strand of hair and dropped it on the forest floor.

“That is kind.” said the girl to the giant.

“I would like that very much.”

And so the Giant picked up the girl and placed her in the basket

And it was said and done.

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“I don’t trust her.

Never have.

Never will.”

The two girls sat side by side.

The giant sitting on the earth—and the human on the branch of a tree—both peering at the stars and speaking of the moon.

“Why do you call  <the moon> a <her>?” asked the human

“And why do you say you do not trust her?”

The giant looked the human in the tree and found it odd she did not know the stories from her kind.

“The moon is a woman…” spoke the Giant with authority.

“Everybody knows that.

Her name is La Luna.

As for why I don’t trust her?

The answer is simple.

Each time I look at her I see a different side from the time before.

Today she is full of love and creativity.

In a few weeks she will be dark.

Over the month, she waxes and wanes.

La Luna is fickle…

I do not know which side I will see each night I come here.

Where is the consistency?

How do I know what to expect?

Or where I stand?

No.

La Luna she is fickle.

And I do not trust her one bit.

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“You’re a little bitch.”

<Slap over the head>

“I’m not listening to what you’ve got to say.

I’m the adult and you’re the child.

No.

I’m not listening.

Shut up.

Shut up you stupid girl!

SHUT UP!

SHUT UP!!!

SHUT UP!

<whack.> <whack.> <whack.>

The child looked at the woman with hatred seething from her pain.

“I HATE YOU” she spat. “I HATE YOU AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

The woman laughed

and the girl got up

and ran.

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The girl in the tree looked over at the Giant sitting on the earth.

“You see things differently to me.” She said.

“I know you see La Luna as fickle and that she changes with her cycles, but to me she always stay the same.

I see La Luna as ONE.

She is whole.

And she is full.

And she is complete.

Yet unlike the sun, she has been given a different role to play in this world.

Yes. It’s true.

The sun is constant.

But La Luna is constant too.

Her role is to hold the wholeness within her at all times, but not always show it—if she did, then how would other people see a different perspective or a different side?

Do you see?

La Luna does not take sides.

She is ONE> She understands that all sides of the moon are still one part of the moon.

She does not love the waxing moon any less than the waning moon.

She does not love the full moon any less than the new moon.

La Luna’s Love is constant.

Like the sun there is a never a time that she is not there, it is just that those underneath her light can not always see things under full illumination.

What do you think Giant?

Can you see my point of view?

The moon is simply showing the different sides of what makes up one whole.

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The woman sat discussing the child over the phone to her friend.

“I don’t know what to do with her” she shrieked.

“Someone’s been filling her head with bullshit.

She argues all the time.

She backchats.

And has a foul attitude.

She wont do what shes told.

And thinks she knows best.

What would she know?

She’s a child.

I don’t know who she’s hanging around with but it’s not good for her.

No.

It’s no good at all.

That child needs discipline.

That’s what she needs.

She’s unruly and disrespectful.

Not listening to what I say…thinking she knows best…judging me!

Can you imagine that?

A child thinking she knows whats wrong or right in the world?

Who does she think she is?

Really?

Don’t worry.

I told her.

It’s my way or the highway child.

You do what I say or you get nothing.

We’ll see how far she gets then ‘eh.

She won’t make it a day on her own.

Yes.

Let her go I say.

It’ll teach her a good lesson.

Then she’ll come back and realise she doesn’t know as much as she thinks she knows.

And that the world isn’t all full of sunshine and rainbows.

And that discipline, respect and obedience to ones elders are important.

Yes, you’re right.

I won’t be putting up with that nonsense anymore.

This is my house.

And my rules.

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The giant sitting next to the girl in the tree was curious.

“Where do you live?” she asked.

“And how did you get lost in the woods?”

The girl in the branches thought hard, wondering how best to tell the giant where she came from.

“I live in a town..” she said…”with a family of people……”

“who are similar to the story you shared with me of La Luna.

Where I come from, people don’t see different sides to the same problem.

They see one side only.

Maybe some see the full moon.

Or others the new moon.

Maybe some are convinced that waxing or waning is the only true moon.

But nobody sees the whole picture.

Especially my family.

They present one side of the moon only…

Maybe it is the bright side

Or maybe it is the dark side…

But whatever is presented is one sided.

And that their way is the only way to live.

Or the only path one can walk to reach enlightenment.

Or success.

I got lost in the woods because I ran away.

I wanted to see the truth for myself.

I wanted to see if the world was like La Luna.

Whether or not it was full and rounded, and if so was I only being shown one side.

I wanted to know whether or not my opportunities for my life <like la luna> were always there and yet sometimes hidden from sight or obscured from view from the opinion of the person who was presenting it to me.”

The Giant sitting on the earth looked at the girl and then back at the moon.

“Did you find the answer you were looking for?” she asked and the girl smiled and nodded.

“Yes.” She said.

“Yes I did.”

“And????” asked the giant.

“What is the answer?”

The girl weighed the weight of her words carefully and then answered with honesty.

“The answer….” She said.

“Is that it’s more complicated than one would think.

And I also think that…..I don’t want to go back…..

Not yet.

I don’t fit in there.

I want to be part of a community where I am free to see all sides of the moon and then make up my own mind.

I want to be like La Luna.

I want to see things. And feel things. And show things.

To people who may not get to see them or feel them or witness them.

I want to know the fullness of La Luna within myself and then present it at a different time and a different place in a different way, so that people from my town can see different sides they may not be aware of.

The giant nodded her head.

“Thank you for sharing with me your point of view on the story of La Luna” she said.

“I hadn’t thought of it like that before.

I think you will be very good at your new job.

Maybe I can tell you some more of my stories and you can show me a different side I hadn’t thought of….

Would you like that?” asked the giant.

The girl in the tree nodded.

“I would like that very much” she replied.

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