The Bright Pink Backpack

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I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief…. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. ~Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things”

When I started therapy, I didn’t realize that I still was carrying loads of baggage. Speaking with my friend Sylvia one day, she sensed this baggage: heavy, daunting, loud, and weighing on my spirit. She was inspired to write a story for me to paint a picture to my inner child, letting her know it was time to let go.

Note: Something Sylvia didn’t know when she wrote this story is when I was a little girl I used to collect rocks from my aunts beach. I also tried to sell them door to door.

Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure.”   Oprah Winfrey

The Bright Pink Backpack

Once upon a time there was a girl. When she was born a faerie appeared, and gave her a bright pink back pack. The girl loved it, she kept it by her side every day. As soon as she could walk, she followed a path, curving through a dense forest.

A little girl with a wreath in spring forestShe enjoyed life so much, she played with the birds, danced with the butterflies and giggled at the rabbits as they raced ahead of her on the path. Then she found some stones along her path, and without realizing why, she put those stones in her back pack. Before long the back pack became so heavy her shoulders began to ache and she no longer saw the rabbits, the birds and the butterflies. All she knew was that she had to walk on, with her heavy bag.Once upon a time there was a girl. When she was born a faerie appeared, and gave her a bright pink back pack. The girl loved it, she kept it by her side every day. As soon as she could walk, she followed a path, curving through a dense forest.

“Why do you carry those stones with you?” She looked up and saw the faerie, standing with her arms crossed and a smile on her face.
The girl said, “I… don’t know?”
“Do they make your path easier?”
The girl shook her head.
“Do you need them?”
The girl shook her head again.
The faerie smiled. “Do you know why those stones were there?”
The girl sighed. “I don’t know?”
“The stones are there to remind you to always look around you, to not take every step for granted. To keep enjoying life as you stand still to enjoy the beauty around you.”
The girl took off her backpack and tossed the stones out. She put the back pack on again, and said, “Then what is the pack for?”
The faerie smiled:

“Happy memories.”

by :   Sylvia van Bruggen

Time for me.. to unload!

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2 Comments

  1. Kim

    August 6, 2011 at 7:30 pm

    Thanks for the comment. My life has been full of unloading lately since I wrote this. It doesn’t take much.. just one rock at a time.

    🙂

  2. What a beautiful story! I need to unload, too. Thank you for sharing.

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