Once, a giant of light stood above the highest mountain. She held the stars in the palms of her hands. She thought and winked at the universe floating above. From time to time, she felt she was becoming smaller.
Could it be? She wondered. And where did the light that left her go?
She felt that some nearby stars were at a greater distance than before. A gap was created. A gap of hearts.
Within days, she became smaller and smaller until she was no bigger than the size of a human.
At first, she felt humiliated. She, the giant of stars, among men and women? Then, she started to walk around and fell in love with flowers, birds, water, and children’s laughter. She found a wooden cabin at the edge of a tiny village. Hills, meadows, streams, and woods surrounded it. She sat there and played with the wood lying around. She began carving the stars of her home and the beauty of Earth, from wood.
The village children were curious and would come and play close by. The brave ones accidentally lost something so that they could come closer. The giant always gave them a wooden animal, bird, or star to take back with them. They had never seen something so delicately carved, especially by one with such large hands.
Slowly, more kids gathered, and they played with the wooden creatures—the great giant, telling them stories of stars and galaxies.
The kids grew up, and other kids came.
And these grew up, as well, and other kids came.
At night, the giant would sit outside her cabin, looking longingly at the stars above.
One day, a little girl walked by with her mother. The mother looked both confused and delighted to see the giant. “You have not changed at all,” she told her. “And you have grown so much,” the giant said with her eyes. They sat together. The little girl found a little wooden goat she loved.
The giant worked on a piece of wood. The woman sat quietly, looking at the giant’s hands gently shaving off slivers of wood until the shape of a heart appeared. The giant put her carving knife down, and handed the woman a star carved within a heart. The woman was deeply surprised. She reached toward her neck and pulled out a pendant hidden by her blouse. The charm looked precisely the same—a star within a heart. The giant smiled, with longing in her eyes. The woman took the necklace from her neck and placed it just above the star in the middle of the wooden heart.
A sacred sense of ceremony enveloped them all—the giant, the woman, and her daughter, playing with the little wooden goat. Then, a tiny flame suddenly burst from the wooden star’s pendant. A fire that did not burn a thing. The giant burst into tears. “Why do you cry?” the woman asked, astonished by the magic of the star within the heart and the magic of the flame.
But the giant could not stop. Eventually, when no more tears were left, she said, “This is the symbol of my home. And I miss it so much.” The mother and daughter came closer, touched the giant’s heart, and said, “your home is here, where you glow.” The giant’s flame ignited and grew and grew and grew.
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