Stories Told Through Symbols 🌿
Kitten and flower
This story came to me during a meditation.
Perhaps it is more about a kitten, perhaps more about a flower.
I don’t want to interpret it or explain it—only to share it with you.
A small story that begins with taming and ends with freedom. 
🎨 oil pastel
Sometimes, something unusual happens in silence. 🌿
Images and words begin to appear – as if another world is speaking to you.
This story came to me during meditation. And now, you can experience it with me.
Stories come to me through symbols and metaphors that I gradually uncover.
This time, I’m sharing them just as I saw them – unedited, unembellished.
Simply as they appeared.
If they resonate with you, you can look forward to more that I’ll be sharing over time.
And if you’re curious about how these stories come to life, take a look here → www.symbolion.com/ inspiration
Little kittens run along a road, light as thoughts.
A human stops them. He lifts one of them, gently slips it into his pocket, and carries it home.
At home, he feeds the kitten, warms it, gives it a name. The kitten purrs contentedly and snuggles close, as if they had known each other forever. And then they find themselves in a shop window. Smiling, the man shows the world how his kitten wears clothes and how well they suit it. How it can lie down in a bed and sleep peacefully. How it manages to eat with cutlery. People behind the glass nod their heads, delighted and satisfied.
“Another human has come into the world,” they whisper to one another.
The kitten sits at a computer, tapping the keyboard with its paws, quietly meowing a little song that no one else can hear. And one day… the kitten opens the door, slips outside, and runs away into the forest.
It runs through the dense forest, deeper and deeper. It grows, becomes stronger, its breath lengthens, and its paws remember the way. When it returns, it holds a flower in its paw. It will not let it be taken away. For now, it is only a green bud—ordinary, unremarkable. The human does not like that the kitten devotes so much care to something so insignificant, protecting it with its own body.
As soon as the kitten grips the flower in its paw, the stem begins to grow upward.
It grows and grows. Only the bud remains closed.
Until one day.
The flower is so tall that the kitten can barely see it. And then the bud opens. White petals unfold around a yellow center, and in the middle stands a little girl—small as a doll. She cannot see what is happening below her. She cannot see the kitten.
In that moment, everything else disappears. There is only the flower and the girl.
The girl begins to sing. Or perhaps she only hums—but it is not a human sound. The air around her trembles, and for a moment the world arranges itself into perfect harmony. Then she draws a bird in the air with her finger. The line begins to glow, the bird comes alive, shimmering with all colors.
The girl climbs onto it and flies away.
Sometimes a pang of longing pierces her heart when she thinks of the kitten. She has not forgotten it. But the kitten is gone as well.
The girl glides on the wings of the rainbow bird among the stars and is happy. Sometimes you may glimpse her as she descends over the city, searching for the kitten with the bud. And sometimes you may meet the kitten with the bud.
Both are rare.
Keep your eyes open.
And perhaps, in all that searching, you won’t even notice that it is you.
Thank you for visiting and I look forward to seeing you at the next story.