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Grandmother Moon Gratitude Story For You!

SliverCrescentMoonMoth was flitting through the forest bumping into trees, “Ow, ow, ouch!” The moon is missing!” She cried frantically. Moth was in such a tizzy that she bumped right into bear.

“Ow, ow, ouch!” grumbled bear. You just smacked me in the eye!”

“I’m sorry,” said Moth, “But the moon is missing!”

“It is rather dark,” grumbled the bear. He wasn’t happy to be awakened.

“How will we ever find our way without the light of the moon?” worried Moth.

Bear scratched his huge head with his huge paw, “You are right! We must get help!” And off they went on their search for help, Moth flitting about, bumping from tree to tree and Bear lumbering along behind her.

It wasn’t long before they bumped into Coyote’s den.

“Maybe Coyote can help us!” suggested Moth as she flitted about in worry. Bear stuck his giant head in the giant hole and yelled, “Get up you lazy coyote!” Bear’s giant voice made the earth shake, which shook Coyote right out of his den.

Coyote bumped right into bear, yawned sleepily, and then scratched his behind. “What’s all the hullabaloo? Can’t a Coyote get some sleep?”

Moth flitted around Coyote’s head in circles till he was dizzy, “Moon is missing! How will we ever find our way without the light of the moon?”

Coyote burped, “Excuse my dinner.” He looked up in the sky, scratched his behind, and looked stumped. The moon wasn’t anywhere to be seen. “You’re right. Moon is missing. Well there’s nothing we can do about it in the dark. I’m going back to get my beauty sleep.” Coyote tried to sneak back into his den. Bear grabbed him by the scruff of his mangy neck, “Not so fast Coyote! We need your help!”

“But what can I do?” whined Coyote.

“You can sing to the moon.” said Bear

“That always makes her shine.” Moth flitted about frantically. “Hurry, it is getting darker! Let’s go!”

“Wait!” said a calm, low voice. Everyone looked up to the tree branch and saw Spotted Owl looking down at them. “Whoo new Moon would go missing? Maybe she went missing for a reason.”

Moth stood still, “Why?”

“Maybe she felt unseen,” suggested Bear.

“I forgot to sing to her,” admitted Coyote.

“Maybe if we appreciate her, she will shine her light upon us again!” said Moth and she got so excited she bumped right into Coyote’s snout. He sneezed her right off!

“Let’s go appreciate Moon,” suggested Bear.

“But where do we go to find her?” wondered Moth

“A hilltop,” suggested Coyote. “That’s where I go to serenade her.” So Moth, Bear, Coyote and Owl rushed to the nearest hilltop and began their Moon Appreciations.

“I love the way you light my way!” Moth danced her appreciation in circles.

“I like the way you guide me from season to season. I always know what to do because of you Moon,” said Bear.

“Dear, lovely Moon,” began Owl, “Because of you I can easily find my food.”

Everyone turned to Coyote. It was his turn to appreciate Moon. Coyote paced back and forth then started to sing. He sang all night long, and the next day. All the animals of the forest came to hear Coyote’s Gratitude song, and they all joined in. The sound was so beautiful and filled with so much love and joy that Moon woke up and just had to see who was singing. As she peeked down on earth, she appeared in the sky as a crescent. All the animals of the forest cheered!

“Moon is back!” Moth flitted excitedly around Bear and Coyote and Owl, but this time she didn’t bump into anyone because she could see!

From that day on all the animals of the forest took time during her waning to appreciate Moon, and she always received their gratitude in her open crescent arms.

And that’s the end of the story.

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

Photograph, Copyright © 2014, Theodore Herzberg.

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Long Night’s Moon Story

LongNightsMoon2Tonight I took our Corgi, Magik for a walk. It was getting dark and I was enjoying the mist covering the hills. I didn’t see the moon. Magik was busy sniffing every blade of grass when I heard someone coming towards us. Magik is especially protective of me at night so I decided to cross the street. Magik quickened his pace and I followed his lead. We were about to cross the street again to turn home when I saw that the mysterious stranger that had been walking towards us was the man with the aggressive Rottweiler that Magik doesn’t like, so I decided to take a detour home, or more like a long-tour home.

This route passes by an open space area under power lines, I just happened to glance over my shoulder at it when I noticed the moon. It was starting to peek over the horizon. I took out my camera, Magik following my cue and sat on the sidewalk and waited. He can be so patient!

I started taking pictures and to my amazement the moon rose very quickly. I stopped talking photos and savored the moment. When I could see the moon in her fullness, I noticed that it actually looked like it had a face, and of course to me it looked like a very feminine face. I said, “Grandmother Moon, it’s so nice to see you!” She smiled softly. A warm feeling washed over me. “Is there anything you would like to say, or would like me to know tonight?” I asked. Grandmother Moon replied quickly, “Remember me!”

Becky Parker Geist and I are very happy to announce that in celebration of the Long Nights Moon, Grandmother Moon and Other Mother Stories: Book One is now available for sale! Thank you for your support!!!!

It is available for sale at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Apple and most  bookstores.

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

Photo art © 2014, Theodore & Vlatka Herzberg

and Natasha Tasiyana Kolida

Moon Hide n’ Seek, Grandmother Moon Extra Story, and an Amazon Special!

GrandmotherMoonRockChild2Abuela and Rock Child were in Abuela’s house far away from the Rock Child’s home and village. The Rock Child was quiet and sad. Abuela was concerned, “What’s the matter little rock?”

“I miss Mother Stone and Father Stone! On nights like this the Rock People gather to tell stories under the moonlight.” The Rock Child’s lip quivered. Abuela’s heart saddened, then she thought of an idea, “How about we go outside under the moonlight and tell stories? Maybe you could tell me a story about your people?” The Rock Child was so excited it rolled around and around until Abuela burst out laughing.

“Follow me,” said Abuela and the Rock Child followed her all the way into the garden. They found just the right spot amongst the rocks. The rock garden was aglow in the moonlight. Abuela sang, “Madre Casa. Madre Casa. Mother Home. Mother Home.” She stopped singing and the Rock Child knew that was a cue to start telling a story. It went something like this:

Once upon a time there was a village of Rock People, some were small stones and others were gigantic boulders. The Rock People loved the moon because she illuminated their faces and made them all appear beautiful.

“We look like angels!” cried Rock Brother.

“Stone angels!” giggled Rock Sister.

“Let’s play Moon Hide n’ Seek!” shouted Rock Brother.

“Can’t catch me!” yelled Rock Sister as she rolled into the shadows and hid. Rock Brother began to hum a low-pitched song, the sort that the Rock People are known for. His song caught Grandmother Moon’s attention and she turned to face him. Everywhere he walked looking for Rock Sister he sang. Everywhere he walked and sang, Grandmother Moon followed him, shining her brilliant light like a lantern. Grandmother Moon shone so bright that she illuminated Rock Sister and revealed her hiding place in the bushes!

“There you are!” shouted Rock Brother. “You’re it!”

“That’s not fair!” grumbled Rock Sister.

“Fair or not, it’s my turn!” said Rock Brother then he rolled away to find an even better hiding spot. Rock Sister counted, 10-9-8… 3-2-1! Ready or not, here I come!” But before she rolled away to look for her brother, Rock Sister gazed up at Grandmother  Moon. She smiled so bright, the moonlight lit up Rock Sister’s face. Rock Sister’s face was glowing so bright that indeed she did look like an angel! Her face glowed so brightly that Rock Brother couldn’t help it. He just had to see it! He rolled out of hiding!

“I see you!” shouted Rock Sister. “You’re it!”

“That’s not fair!” grumbled Rock Brother. Rock Mother and Rock Father heard all the grumbling and decided to play.

“You two hide and we’ll seek,” said Rock Mother.

Rock Sister and Rock Brother rolled away. Rock Brother whispered to Grandmother Moon, “Please hide with us, so Mother and Father can’t find us right away.” Grandmother Moon smiled her radiant smile then hid behind the clouds. Mother Stone and Father Stone chuckled, “There’s nothing like Hide n’ Seek by the light and shadow of the Moon.”

The Rock Child finished the story. Abuela cradled the Rock Child and sang, “Madre Casa. Madre Casa. Mother Home. Mother Home.”

Grandmother Moon and Other Mother Stories: Book One, available for sale TOMORROW!

And that’s the end of the story.

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

Photo art © 2014, Theodore & Vlatka Herzberg

and Natasha Tasiyana Kolida

Grandmother Moon’s Blanket by Vlatka Herzberg

LunarEclipse2Chester was almost in kindergarten and a big boy. He loved everything loud: loud music, loud talking, and loud playing. If it was loud, Chester loved it. Chester also loved to stay busy, from the moment he woke up to the moment he reluctantly went to bed, he was busy. Chester was busy stacking blocks and knocking them down with his trucks. He was busy building railroad tracks and tiny, faerie houses. Chester was busy reading books and playing monster tag with the older kids in the neighborhood. Chester loved being loud and busy so much that when his Mother told him it was quiet time and time for a nap, Chester hid. He hid behind the pile of storage boxes in the garage. Mother had to go to work, so Grandmother, the babysitter had to find Chester.

“Ready or not here I come!” Chester heard Grandma’s voice and came running out to greet her. He gave her a great, big hug:

“Hi Nana! Want to play?”

“How about we read a story in your room with the lights out?” suggested Grandma.

Chester frowned. Grandma’s voice lifted with excitement. “You’ll want to be rested so you can get up early for a special surprise.”

“Surprise?” asked Chester. He was eager to find out what it was. Grandma smiled her big, warm smile.

“Yes. We are going to get up very early to watch a lunar eclipse. Your Mother will be with us too.”

“What’s a lunar lip?”

“Lunar eclipse. When the moon passes through the earth’s shadow. Do you want me to read you a story about it?” Chester nodded. Grandma started to read. Usually the rhythm of her voice lulled Chester to sleep, but not today. Chester was too excited to sleep.

“Let’s make some moon cookies, quietly,” suggested Grandma. Chester was happy with that, as long as he didn’t have to nap. By the time Mother came home after dinner, Chester was yawning and ready for bed. He made Grandma promise that she would wake him early so he could see the lunar eclipse. She promised.

Grandma didn’t have to wake up Chester. He woke up right at 4:30am, like he had a built-in alarm clock. He bumped into Grandma in the hallway. She was on her way to wake him.

“Surprise!” he shouted. “Shh!” whispered Grandma. Mother yawned as she met them in the hallway. Dad was still sleeping, so the three of them had to tiptoe outside. Behind their house was a small hill. Chester, Mother and Grandma walked halfway to the top. Grandma spread out a blanket and the three of them sat down. It was very exciting for Chester because it was still dark out. He could see the stars,

“Look! The Big Dipper!” He knew the Big Dipper because it was in his star book. “Look!” “There’s the Moon! It’s wearing a blanket!” shouted Chester.

Mother and Grandmother both said: “Shh!” and smiled. Grandma poured hot chocolate out of a thermos and the three of them huddled together under a big, comfy blanket.

“Tell a story Grandma,” insisted Chester.

“Once upon a time Moon was young.” began Grandma.

“Is she young now Grandma?” asked Chester.

“Oh no, she is a Grandmother like me. Once she was but a young moon, and she loved more than anything to shine brightly.”

“Like the top of her is right now?” asked Chester.

“Yes. The trouble is she wanted to shine, shine, shine all the time.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Chester wanted to know.

“Well, you see, the moon needs to rest just like children otherwise she gets very tired.” Chester frowned. Grandmother continued:

LunarEclipse“Now Moon had a Mother, and that Mother knew that Moon needed to shine some of the time, and rest some of the time, so she came up with a plan. Moon’s Mother asked the earth to throw a blanket over Moon when she wasn’t looking. The earth agreed. So one night when Moon was shining especially bright, the earth moved in front of her and threw a blanket on top of her.

“Like the one she has right now?” asked Chester as he stared at Moon half covered by a shadowy blanket.

“Yes, like the one she has now. No sooner had the blanket covered her, then Moon began to get verrry sleepy. She yawned a big yawn. Her Mother sang her a song, and Moon’s great big eyes began to droop, she pulled the blanket right over her head and fell fast asleep. And that is how Moon learned that sometimes you need to rest so you have energy to shine brightly.”

Chester didn’t hear Grandma’s last words, “Goodnight Grandmother Moon,” because he was busy dreaming of moons and blankets while curled up in his Mother’s arms.

The very next day Chester was playing with his toy dog, and frog. Frog wanted to play jump frog but Dog wanted to nap, so Chester told them the story of Grandmother Moon’s Blanket. He snuggled next to them, and pulled the blanket right over their heads, just like Grandmother Moon they were soon fast asleep.

And that’s the end of the Story.

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

Photo: Copyright © 2014, Theodore Herzberg

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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