Folklore Nature Story


There once was an orphan girl in the distant land of Isha.

There was an orphanage there where she lived.

She was left on the doorstep of the orphanage and no one knew where she came from or who she came from.

She was named Asav.

She lived there year after year and was taught many things by a caring woman who worked at the orphanage.

Though the other orphans were kind to her, she felt a sadness, an aloneness.

She was taught to read and would read folktales and stories of love.

To cure her sadness she would often daydream that she was the main character in the stories she read, sometimes a beautiful princess.

She would dream of marrying a prince who lived in the highest castle.

She would be so faithful to him and he to her, and they fell into a strong and sincere love.

Each day she would think about her love in some far off castle.

She then read the story about a princess who loved an ugly frog and the ugly frog was the kindest and most loving of gentlemen,
more worthy of love then the most beautiful prince. It was then that her entire perspective changed.

Asav learned to believe that beauty was unimportant. She learned to find beauty in ugly things and ugly people.

She loved ugly things and grew to despise perfect and beautiful things. She thought of ugliness as a treasure and gift.

Asav was gorgeous, beautiful, though she wished to be ugly because then she would know the true nature of people, and she could be with people that looked past beauty and truly knew how to love.

As she grew into a woman she was told that she must go and find work, and that she must leave the orphanage.

So she packed her things into a bag and set out on her own.

As she walked near the town well, she talked with a woman there washing clothing.

She told the woman that she needed some work and somewhere to stay.

This woman told Asav that she could work as a maid in the Royal Isha Castle.

So Asav began working in the castle.

She would do chores all day. Washing and cleaning, preparing and serving food to the Royal family.

One day the prince saw Asav working and took delight in her humble and modest manner.

The prince was the most beautiful in all the land. Princesses from all around the world had heard of his beauty, his riches, his perfect physique and perfect manners.

He was looking for a love conquest.

He began to take a liking to Asav, yet the more the prince liked her, the less Asav liked him.

One day the prince invited Asav into the garden. This was a most unusual request for a prince to ask a maid.

Asav politely said “No”. She had no interest in the prince.

The prince was insulted and because his pride was hurt he banished Asav out of the land of Isha.

Asav left Isha and she was happy to be away from the beautiful prince who she disliked so much.

Asav then started to camp in a desert and mountain land outside of the land of Isha.

She was with holy people whom she admired and valued. They were simple and honest people, these mountain dwellers.

They took her in and fed her and taught her their ways of sheep-herding and raising cows and farming.

She was content and glad to be there.

She still slept alone, dreaming often of love.

As she was tending the sheep, the sheep started to wander into a canyon where they should not be.

Asav yelled at them and tried to get them to turn around to the land they should be on, yet the sheep all went into the canyon and a storm was approaching.

The water from the distant storm started to flow into the canyon and formed a river. The canyon was narrow and the water started to flow to the canyon walls.

A shepherd from another desert village heard Asav yelling and went to the canyon to see what the yelling was about.

He saw the sheep were in danger of drowning and so he hiked down into the canyon to help Asav herd the sheep out of the canyon.

One by one he and Asav brought each sheep to higher ground.

The sheep were safe now.

Asav went to thank the shepherd yet when she looked for him, he was gone. He was nowhere to be found.

When she went back to her village she told the story of what happened and that she must find out who this person was so that she could thank him for what he did.

The villagers told Asav that the man must be the shepherd named Naem.

They told her about Naem and how he lived on his own, without a village, that Naem was an orphan who had no wife. They said that he preferred being alone.

The villagers spoke about how when Naem was a boy, a warring tribe came and cut the tip of Naem’s nose as an act of dominance. As Naem grew up, he was made fun of by his peers.

Behind his back, they would call him names. Naem tried and tried to be normal, yet he met no success.

Naem felt ugly and ashamed because of this and he gave up trying to find a wife. He would dedicate his life to being holy – in his own way, away from the people that hurt him so much.

In Asav grew a secret smile, a flame lit within Asav and she resolved that she must find Naem.

Day after day she would take the sheep and look for Naem.

She went through the canyon, to the other side of the canyon looking for him, yet she did not find him.

Year after year, month after month she would look for him and dream of him and think about how much she loved this man that she did not know, yet where was this shepherd, this alone and ugly and holy man?

One night Asav started to cry because she was alone. She wished to bear a child, a family, yet she had no one.

She started to wander in the mountains and came to the desert and wandered some more. Crying and giving up hope until she fell to the sand floor.

She fell asleep and as she awoke she found herself in a tent.

She got up out of the tent and saw in front of her Naem, with his ugly, cut nose.

Inside of her the flame of love was burning bright and they spoke to each other and the two became one.

Humor Spiritual Story

I am not him.

A drunken man saw a King pass by with a highly prized horse. He called out some uncomplimentary remark about the horse. The King was angry, and summoned him to his presence later. “At that time,” explained the man “a drunkard was standing on that roof. I am not him, for he is gone.” The King was pleased with the reply, and rewarded him.


Little Furry Rabbits

A little furry rabbit sat there chewing and chewing some leaves.

Yummy, yummy, the leaves taste so yummy!

Oh look, there is another little furry rabbit chewing some leaves.

Yeah! We could be friends!

“Hi there!” the little furry rabbit told the other.

“Hi! These leaves are very yummy!” The rabbit said.

“Yes they are. Would you like to be rabbit friends?”

“Yes I would like to be friends very much!”

The rabbits smiled and became friends. They chewed and chewed their tasty leaves.


The Golden Apple

    There once was a boy named Sonny who lived in a great desert. In a nearby field there was growing a rare apple tree. Every year the tree would grow new apples and each year Sonny would bring a ladder to the tree and would pick the apples that were ready. The tree was only watered through rainfall and for some reason it always looked healthy and happy. It produced more and more apples, even though it was in the desert. As the weather started to warm up, Sonny noticed a special looking apple that was starting to grow. It was golden in color and gave out a bright luminous glow! The other apples were still beautiful, but this one was different. Sonny said “I want to eat that one!”. As the apples grew and the seasons changed, Sonny was excited for apple picking season. He waited and waited, day after day, and said with a sigh “Are those apples ready yet?”, and he waited some more. Sure enough, when the weather was cooler and the apples were ready, Sonny brought out the ladder to pick the apples. He picked a few from one section and put them into a bag, and went on to the next section. He picked one after another. Finally he made his way around to the bright golden apple! He picked it from the tree with a smile and said “This is the one I’ve been waiting for, this is the one I would like to eat!”. Right there he took a big bite from the apple. It was delicious! He learned that it was worth waiting for such a tasty treat. Sonny smiled and said “Patience sure is a virtue!”.


Tank the Beaver

    There once was a beaver named Tank, who loved to swim and swim and swim. All of the other beavers watched in amazement as Tank would swim. “Tank is so amazing and such a good swimmer” they would say. Tank was one of the best swimmers that there were. The other beavers would ask “How did Tank get so good at swimming?” and the other beavers replied “Because that is all Tank ever does.” And they said “We think Tank should do other things that we do like build a beaver house.” So they asked Tank “Come build a beaver house with us.” And Tank said “I do not know how. All I know is how to swim.” So they said to Tank “Be like us and build a beaver house.” So Tank learned to build a beaver house and it took Tank a while to do so. At first, while Tank was learning, the beaver houses took long to build and were not so great. Once Tank learned how to build a beaver house Tank became a great beaver house builder, and because Tank knew how to swim, it made the beaver houses easier and faster to build. And all of the beavers cheered.


The Leaf Jangojane

    When all the plants were sprouting and starting anew, there was one leaf named Jangojane. Jangojane was a go-getter, a real quick grower strong as ever could be. Jangojane you are so great and as lovely a leaf that could be. Jangojane said “Hee” Jangojane said “Hoowi” Jangojane said “Steebi Oh Haw Kuzi”. Now as the seasons turned and the weather got cool, Jangojane said I think I want to go for an adventure. And Jangojane turned brown and jumped to the branches and meadow beneath her. Jangojane twirled and twirled and went “wiiiiild” with a laugh and a smile, as cool and sweet as ever! And when she reached the ground she found a place for her to lay and she enjoyed a sound slumber. And Jangojane dreamed of becoming sweet humic soil, dark and rich as could be. She dreamt of giving precious humic nutrition to plants to help them grow strong and reach their potential. So she laid and laid, and little by little turned to soil. Jangojane said “wheeee” Jangojane said “Heeooooo” and laid some more. Then more leaves joined her and lay up upon her and slowly turned to dark humic soil too! Year after year, the leaves joined her and the soil became rich and happy and healthy! And then one day in the warm spring, a plant started to sprout where Jangojane lay. The sprout said “My oh my, this is some fine soil here! I think I will grow to be a strong plant because of Jangojane and this sweet humic soil!” And Jangojane smiled and knew she had reached her goal! Jangojane you are so fantastic and lovely as soil could be.