The Wind, a Helper

The Wind, a Helper takes us on a magical journey with Janie, a little girl whose colored paper scraps are blown away by the wind, leading to an unexpected adventure from her dark city street to the beautiful countryside and seashore. So snuggle up in your blankets and have sweet dreams. 

The music in this episode is Holding on to Hope by Megan Wofford. 

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Transcript

Speaker 1: 0:20

Welcome to Dreamful Podcast. The attempt stories are slumber. In this bonus episode I will be reading the Wind A Helper. So snuggle up in your blankets and have sweet dreams.

Speaker 1: 1:06

A little girl was once standing in a dark, narrow street laying with some bits of colored paper she had found in an ash can. Suddenly, a gust of wind came around the street corner. It blew the colored scraps right out of the child's hand and carried them up over her head, Then still higher over the housetops, until they were out of sight. Janie, that was the little girl's name, watched them fly away with tears in her eyes. Her busy mother had given her this day for a holiday. She had no toys to play with and she loved those gay bits of paper. She looked after the scraps up into the little patch of blue sky, which was all she could see, between the high houses. She saw a small white cloud scudding along just the way the papers had flown. What makes a cloud fly so fast, thought Janie, and as if in answer, another gust of wind came blowing down the street. A wind, blow me too, cried Janie, take me up in the sky with the cloud. And she held out her little petticoat. The wind filled it and blew her. Well, didn't quite blow her into the sky, but it did a kinder thing. It blew her down the dark narrow street through other streets each getting wider and cleaner, until at last it blew her right into the country. There she found herself, racing over green fields, the sky overhead so big and so blue that the clouds looked just like a flock of little sheep there for a moment, the wind left her, he had other things to do, and Jamie stood looking around her, happy and surprised.

Speaker 1: 3:20

It was a spring day and the grass which, which was waving in the wind, was soft and green and full of buttercups and daisies Far prettier than my scraps of paper, thought Janie. The trees were covered with new green leaves, leaves. Some of them were dressed in pink and white blossoms and their branches swayed in the wind as if they were waving a welcome to the little girl. But she didn't have long to stand and look. Back came the wind, bringing new scents of blossoms and other sweet spring things with him, and off, the child ran again. Presently, she saw in front of her a shining blue line and when she reached it she found it was the sea, if any one of us has ever seen the sea on a clear, windy day. We can never forget it. And that is just the way Janie felt. The waves were high and blue, but they wore great white caps which broke against the wind, and he scattered them into splendid foamy bits of spray while the waves came dashing over the beach. It was all so beautiful that Janie took a long, deep breath of wind and suddenly her cheeks grew pink and her eyes bright. And you never would have known.

Speaker 1: 5:02

She was the pale, sad little Janie who stood in the dark street watching her scraps of paper blow away. She was standing on the beach gazing out to sea in astonishment, for there on the blue water was something which looked like a great bird, with its wings outspread. Only it was far bigger than any bird, and as it skimmed over the water she saw men moving upon it. It was a splendid ship, but as Janie had never seen one before except in pictures, she was much puzzled. What makes it fly so fast, she wondered, and for an answer, the wind blew her along the beach, through a garden and almost into a little white cottage where a woman was standing with a baby in her arms. She didn't seem to mind a bit when she saw a strange little girl come flying down the garden path to her house. She just laughed and cried this is another trick of my friend, the wind. And she laid the baby down in a cradle and took both Janie's hands, making her sit on the doorstep where the wind had dropped her. Please, ma'am, said Janie when she could get her breath, can you tell me what makes the boat sail? The woman laughed again and answered why this beautiful wind blows her along. Of course that is only one of the hundreds of things the wind does for us. He can blow so hard that the great ships are just driven before him, and he can blow so softly that my baby is rocked to sleep. Look at the cradle. Now Janie looked, and there, in the light wind which seemed to be full of the scent of blossoms, the cradle was rocking so gently that the baby had fallen asleep.

Speaker 1: 7:19

Then the mother brought Janie a bowl of bread and milk and while she ate it, they talked about the wind. It, they talked about the wind. He blows away the dead leaves with such fury, said the mother, that they tear along in front of my window like a flock of frightened birds. But when he finds a little flower beneath the leaves. He blows on its petals so softly that it feels as if its mother were kissing it. Sometimes, when it comes from the north, it brings snow and hail and the beautiful frosts of winter, but when it comes from the south, it brings sweets, scents and soft, warm air. The east wing often brings rain and mist and some people don't like it, but the ground needs the rain, the flowers love it and the east wind is a gift from God, just as the others are. The west wind is blowing today and that is why the world looks so fresh and shining.

Speaker 1: 8:34

So they talked most of the afternoon, the mother and Janie, until when the sun began to sink and the ship came sailing homeward. Janie turned again toward the city, very gently this time the wind blew her along beside orchards where the trees were rustling their leaves like lullabies, and through meadows where, like sleepy children, the flowers were nodding their heads. Her good night to the dear west wind. And although she was leaving it all, janie was very happy.

Speaker 1: 9:20

The woman in the cottage by the sea had told her to come back on her next holiday and she knew that, although she could not always see the dancing trees and flowers and waves and ships. She would remember that they were waiting for her every time she heard the wind rattling the window or blowing among the chimneys were blowing among the chimneys. Just before she went to sleep, she looked out of her tiny window, through which a patch of sky could be seen. It was a dark, cloudy patch, and Janie was just turning away from it when the clouds began to move. The wind was still at work. In an instant, the clouds had to move. The wind was still at work. In an instant, the clouds had been blown away and through that tiny window, janie saw a bright, clear star shining down upon her. Thank you, dear wind, she whispered, and then, as she cuddled down to sleep, she seemed to hear the wind, or was it the star singing softly? Goodnight.

Speaker 2: 10:48

Thank you. Thank you, no-transcript.