Where Happiness Lives

In cultural traditions in many places of our world we can meet magical birds. They are like fairy-tale heroes, reflecting the height and beauty of feelings that are in our hearts.

My mother embroidered many of these birds as gifts and for me too. When I asked her, “Who taught you this?” she smiled. . . .

Each of us knows in our hearts what comes from generation to generation, keeping the light of love alive. When we share with each other what we create with love, we open the windows of our home to happiness.

This is a fairy tale about it. Welcome!

Olga and the Fairy Tale Team 😊

WHERE HAPPINESS LIVES

Happiness lives in our World. . . . Where is this place? Nobody knows. But that Happiness is—everyone knows. Some say Happiness comes to everyone at least once in a lifetime.

Like a small gray bird, she landed on a window’s edge . . . folded her wings and waited for someone to come. Much time passed but no one noticed her. She flew away. . . .

She visited others and called to them gently. They came to her and asked, “What do you need?” “I am Happiness” she responded quietly. “How can you be Happiness?!” they said in surprise. “Happiness is big and shiny—Happiness is seen from far away. You are small and plain! Fly wherever you want!”

Happiness rose into the Sky and flew on again. She saw light in another window and visited there. “Maybe, you need Happiness?” she asked. There, others thought for a long time and pondered where to place Happiness and whether she was needed. . . . “Sorry, we don’t need you now, the worries are countless. Fly on!” . . . and the window closed. She flew on. . . .

She flew for a long time. . . . “Am I not needed by anyone?” she thought. She stopped near a spring, looked into the water, and saw herself. “Won’t someone notice me as I am?” sighed and flew on again. . . .

Like a small gray bird, she landed on a window’s edge . . . folded her wings, and only called once gently. . . slumping wearily, she closed her eyes. Warm hands gently caressed her. . . .

“Why are you, Happiness, so sad?” she heard. Happiness opened her eyes and smiled joyfully. “How did you recognize me? I appear plain.” In response, she heard, “Thank you for coming! How can we not notice you? What is real is always visible . . . and that there are no bright colors and glitter, why does Happiness need to be decorated?”

Like silver bells singing, Happiness laughed, and spread her wings over those who recognized her. . . . Happiness stayed for a long time, but she needed to fly on—how many more windows are waiting for her. . . . She doesn’t say “Bye!” Why is it needed?

She leaves her sparks with a scattering of Love, Kindness, and Tenderness. They shine with rainbow colors in their hearts even now. It’s the Light from them, that is why they are cherished. . . .  

Happiness lives in our World. . . . Where is this place? Nobody knows. But that Happiness is—everyone knows.  Some say Happiness comes to everyone at least once in a lifetime. . . .

From the book “Happy Home Fairy Tales for children and adults” https://olgaverasen.com/library/

P.S. We can always share with each other the best that we always have. . . . and when we open the window, and we can see the magical bird. . . .