Once upon a time in a small, secluded village atop a splendid, shimmering mountain in the land of Pani-Min lived a people descended from an ancient civilization called the Chroniclers. It was their respectable responsibility to keep safe the ancient stories of all the authors and the architects and the artisans of creation.
One morning on a gay day in the month of May, the people of the village gathered for a rare and special occasion; the announcement that a new baby was soon to be born in the village… a brand new Pani-Min child. That meant it was time for the Chroniclers to create a new Quest Quilt… as was done for each and every new child.
They began gathering wool from their fabled Fancy Sheep to make the quilt, famous because each and every member of the flock was born with its own uniquely colored wool. The Chroniclers then brought the wool they collected to the center of the village where they lit a ceremonial fire and gathered together to create the new Quest Quilt.
The Chroniclers surrounded the small crackling fire as the village shaman, Madame NePani, a short and wide and colorful woman covered with beads and sacred feathers from the Pani-Min-Tee bird lead them all in a Quest Quilt Ceremony. The Shaman Chronicler announced with great pride for all the creatures of the earth and sky and rivers to hear, that a brand new child was on the way, and that the Chroniclers, young and old alike, were humbly requesting guidance from the Spirit Sparks to create a unique and colorful design for the Quest Quilt that would befit this brand new child.
A calm hush fell over the Chroniclers as colorful rainbow smoke from the fire swished and swirled and then spiraled skyward. The Chroniclers closed their eyes to listen as they waited for a Spirit Spark to whisper to them.
The Sparks in the sky were alerted by the colorful smoke. Who among them would answer the call for this new child? A tiny, newly formed Spark shyly spoke up and said “I would like the honor of being the Spirit Spark for this small, new human child. I will love and treasure her; I will guide her and never leave her side.” With that, the tiny little Spirit Spark stepped forward… and a whisper went forth ~ ~ ~
The Chroniclers sat in silent stillness around the colorful glowing embers so that they could hear the Spirit Spark speak to their hearts. It was a whisper carried on the wind that blew downward from the sky above. A wind that rustled the leaves on the Tee Trees and the Pani-Min-Tee birds on their branches… until the whisper on the wind arrived at the Quest Quilt Ceremony.
In that moment, each of the Chroniclers upon hearing the whisper, immediately knew how to design their individual piece of patchwork for the Quest Quilt. Although each Chronicler worked independently, when they gathered up all of their individual patchwork pieces, they fit perfectly together creating a perfectly inspired Quest Quilt.
A number of years later, seven to be precise, the child who had been given the name JaLina floated down the long and winding Pani-Min-Tocki River with her family on a swift and nimble fishing boat carved from a village Tee Tree. The water was a beautiful emerald green but the air was cool and JaLina watched the sky begin to darken as rumbling storm clouds began to form above their little boat.
JaLina wrapped herself in her Quest Quilt to keep warm. She was hardly ever seen around the village without her quilt. The little Pani-Min girl had heard the story from the Chroniclers numerous times and knew that particular quilt had been made especially for her. But… she didn’t entirely understand exactly why. JaLina wondered just who was this Spirit Spark of hers and what did this Spark have to do with her and her Quest Quilt.
Strong winds now began to blow in from the west. The Chroniclers held on tight in the little fishing boat as the winds howled and the waters churned. The fishing boat was tossed about and little JaLina was tossed all the way out! She found herself sinking deeper and deeper into the turbulent waters. The frightened little Pani-Min girl cried but her tears seemed lost in the deep and churning river, but one tiny teardrop fell onto the Quest Quilt. The tear ignited a spark, JaLina’s Spirit Spark, and the Quest Quilt shifted into the shape of a Min-Tockie River Ray, and with JaLina on its back, glided through the powerful and stormy waters with ease.
When the strong winds finally subsided, JaLina floated atop her Quest Quilt which had shifted its shape into a raft. She was now far away from the splendid mountain, but could still see it in the distance. It had been sprinkled with cinnamon snow by the Autumn Fairies and its shimmer could be seen for miles. JaLina wondered how she would ever get back to the top of there from the bottom of here.
JaLina was beginning to understand the connection between her Spirit Spark and her Quest Quilt. It seemed to her that the quilt was, well, like a friend, there to lend a helping hand. She climbed out of the river and collected some Tee Tree leaves along with the feathers of a Pani-Doo Plant to create a soft bed on which to rest. Then JaLina spread out her quilt on top of her makeshift bed to go to sleep. She was sad and lonely and as she cried, her Quest Quilt wiped her tears and wrapped itself around the little Pani-Min girl to keep her safe and warm.
Then something magical happened. While JaLina slept… she dreamed of her Spirit Spark and in her dream, she witnessed its whisper that mystical night seven years earlier as her Quest Quilt was being created. For not only did her Spirit Spark guide the Chroniclers in how to design the quilt especially for her, but it sent a message on the wind that night for JaLina too. The message was that as her Sprit Spark, it would guide her and always be there for her because it was made of love.
When JaLina awoke, she studied all the patchwork pieces of her quilt. Suddenly, she understood the images that had been weaved into its design. It was a visual story of JaLina’s life. She realized with the help of her Spirit Spark, she could accomplish anything she set her mind to. She stood atop her Quest Quilt which then soared like a magic carpet through the air as fast as the Pani-Min-Tee birds flew. She flew all the way to the splendid, shimmering mountain… all the way to the top… all the way to the small, secluded village… all the way home.
JaLina and the Quest Quilt
A Bedtime Story
Written by Dani Lynn
©2013 Chi Garden, Inc.℠
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Spiderlynx Publishing, Inc.
ISBN 978-0-9833297-5-6 (Pending 08/04/2013)