Mon 1st Apr 2024 02:04

Story Circle: Hearthfires

by Sunwalker of An'she Het'heru Silvermane

"Once more, I come before you with another fable of my tribe, passed down in the oral traditions of my people to once more be shared with you so that you may take them to your own tribes, your own peoples, and the lessons continue to spread and be known."
 
"In a distant kingdom far from here, there lived a man alone in his hut. In spite of this, he had good relations with his neighbors and would visit them nightly to share their supper, share some conversation, and enjoy their company. Night after night he did this, sharing a meal and the companionship with a different one of his neighbors each night."
 
"When he returned home, he brought home a single ember from his neighbor's hearth, planting it in his own to soon fill his cabin with cheery warmth and light."
 
"One day, however, the King of this kingdom invited the man to share supper with him in his great castle at a celebratory feast. It was his way of showing his love and his greatness to his people. The man accepted and went, enjoying himself at the marvelous fete where he sampled all manner of food and drink. He was even able to warm himself by the enormous hearth within the King's Hall."
 
"The man returned home afterward. He looked around his lonely hovel and thought his life looked sad compared to the splendors he had seen. He did not go out to visit his neighbors. The man became despondent and soon became ill."
 
"So ill in fact that he was soon lying on his deathbed. Still, he mourned for the loss of the sights he had seen within the King's Hall and missed the warmth of that enormous hearthfire."
 
"Word of the man's impending death spread through the village. Soon, his neighbors began to arrive, one by one, each of them bringing a single ember from their hearthfire."
 
"The man's home filled with warmth and light once more, casting away the shadows and the chill, warming him as much as the care and conversation of his neighbors did as they said their farewells."
 
"The man passed but even as he did so he was grateful. While he had known the wonders of the King's Hall and the great warmth of his hearth, nothing could really compare to the gentle, caring warmth of the friends he had made within his own village."
 
"In the end, it had been they that stayed with him, long after the King was but a distant memory."
 
"So you see, friends, even if you know a great love in your lifetime and bask within the warmth of its flame, do not forget that there are equal, smaller loves within the hearts of your friends and neighbors."
 
"None of us should live for but a single love alone, but also savor the many, small loves that are with us each and every day."