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Grandmother Moon and Other Mother Stories: A Little Preorder Story

GrandmotherMoonHalo1Vlatka Herzberg and Becky Parker Geist were trying to decide when to introduce Grandmother Moon to you. People asked us, “Why did Grandmother Moon and Other Mother Stories: Book One not come out sooner? We were hoping she would make her debut as a Harvest Moon.”

And here’s what happened. It all started when Vlatka and Becky were trying to decide on a launch date for their book. They spoke with Grandmother Moon:

“Grandmother Moon, how about we release your stories in September?” suggested Vlatka.

“That’s a great idea,” said Becky, “You could debut as a Harvest Moon!”

“A Harvest Moon is known for introducing a procession of moonlit nights. I love introductions and I so love a procession, but after many nights I might be too sleepy to greet people. A Harvest Moon for my debut? That will never do!” exclaimed Grandmother Moon.

“How about a Winter Moon?” asked Vlatka.

“A Winter Moon?” wondered Grandmother Moon.

“A Winter Moon will crown you with a halo, a halo for an angel of a moon,” said Becky.

“A Winter Moon complete with a halo? It might inspire others to remember their light. Yes, a Winter Moon! That will do nicely!” exclaimed Grandmother Moon.

And so it is that Vlatka and Becky, with Grandmother Moon’s help, decided to launch Grandmother Moon and Other Mother Stories: Book One on December 6th, 2014.

This story reminded Grandmother Moon of a story about how her mother helped her express more of her true colors. Read all about it in Strawberry Moon, one of the new folk stories in Grandmother Moon and Other Mother Stories: Book One now available for preorder at:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00Q44R6SU

Copyright © 2014, Vlatka Herzberg, all rights reserved. You may not reproduce materials without permission from Vlatka Herzberg.

Photo art © 2014, Theodore Herzberg and Natasha Tasiyana Kolida

Grandmother Moon and the Homeless Child #3 by Vlatka Herzberg

In the days and weeks to come, mother and baby wrestled and nuzzled. Mother Bear taught Sharah Bear how to catch fish and find the juiciest berries. This is how they lived all the way until the moon was full, and new once again. Sharah was happy being a bear cub and having a bear mother but there was still something in her heart that she longed for. While Mother Bear slept, Sharah Bear walked to the edge of the pool and called upon the moon, which this time was but a sliver of a moon. “Grandmother Moon with a smile,” called Sharah. “Thank you for giving me a Mother Bear. I really appreciate it. But I am a human child and would like a human mother. Could you help me?” Grandmother Moon said nothing, but smiled down upon Sharah until she fell asleep. (To be continued.)

Copyright © 2014, Vlatka Herzberg, all rights reserved. You may not reproduce materials without permission from Vlatka Herzberg.

 

Grandmother Moon and the Homeless Child #2 by Vlatka Herzberg

That night while Sharah slept on one side of the pool, a lone Mother Bear was on the other side of the pool talking to Grandmother Moon. With all her heart, she wanted a child to love. “Grandmother Moon, can you bring me a child to hug and love?” said Mother Bear. Grandmother Moon said nothing, but smiled. She sent a moon beam down to Mother Bear, and Mother Bear followed that moon beam all the way to the other side of the pool. To her amazement, sleeping in the grass, at pools edge was a child. Mother Bear embraced Sharah and her heart filled with joy and love. Sharah slept all night long in the warm arms of her new mother. Mother Bear slept all night long with her child nuzzled in her arms. When they awoke, much to Sharah’s surprise, and the mother bear’s delight, Sharah was a bear cub!  (To be continued)

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Grandmother Moon and the Homeless Child #1 by Vlatka Herzberg

Once there was a child who did not have a home. She did not have a mother or a father. She did not have a house, or a people. She was alone. She hid inside hollow trees, ate roots and berries. She howled with the coyotes at night and laughed with the ducks in the afternoons. She knew her name, for the wind whispered it to her. The wind called her Sharah, one who shares herself. Sharah loved to dance in the moonlight by the pool. She loved to admire the stars. One moonlit night she called up to Grandmother Moon, “Grandmother, can you please find me a home and my people, so that I may know where I belong.” Grandmother moon said nothing, but smiled upon this homeless child who had the courage to ask for what she wants. (To be continued.)

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