Mishan's Garden
Autor James Vollbracht Ilustrat de Janet Brookeen Limba Engleză Hardback – 11 noi 2013 – vârsta până la 8 ani
In a village high above the clouds, where nobody’s happy and nothing grows, a little girl dreams of a garden flourishing behind her father’s house. Every day the cynical villagers watch and mock the little girl. But, watered with her kindness and patience, the garden eventually yields the most important fruit: the restored hope and happiness of the entire village. Perhaps the greatest gift you can ever give another is to hold them in the highest regard and to see what is best and unique about them. In Mishan’s Garden, a little girl sees all that is good and beautiful in the hearts of everyone around her and thereby transforms the lives of her entire village.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781614291121
ISBN-10: 1614291128
Pagini: 32
Ilustrații: Color illustrations throughout
Dimensiuni: 207 x 255 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.39 kg
Editura: Wisdom Publications
ISBN-10: 1614291128
Pagini: 32
Ilustrații: Color illustrations throughout
Dimensiuni: 207 x 255 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.39 kg
Editura: Wisdom Publications
Recenzii
“A lovely, read-aloud tale written with great poetry.”—Shambhala Sun
“A charming story and beautifully illustrated.”—Light of Consciousness
“Though she is just a little girl, Mishan’s good heart transforms an entire village, creating a truly peaceful society. Exquisite paintings perfectly illustrate an inspiring story of ordinary magic.” —Kerry Lee MacLean, author of Moody Cow Learns Compassion and Moody Cow Meditates
“A heartfelt story that reminds us to never let go of our dreams.”—Sara Marlowe, author of No Ordinary Apple
“A charming story and beautifully illustrated.”—Light of Consciousness
“Though she is just a little girl, Mishan’s good heart transforms an entire village, creating a truly peaceful society. Exquisite paintings perfectly illustrate an inspiring story of ordinary magic.” —Kerry Lee MacLean, author of Moody Cow Learns Compassion and Moody Cow Meditates
“A heartfelt story that reminds us to never let go of our dreams.”—Sara Marlowe, author of No Ordinary Apple
Praise for Her Father’s Garden:
"A lovely, read-aloud tale written with great poetry." — Shambhala Sun
"A lovely, read-aloud tale written with great poetry." — Shambhala Sun
Extras
Beginning of Mishan's Garden
Long ago, in the Village Above the White Clouds, lived Mishan, daughter of the innkeeper.
On the morning she was born, a pure white songbird sang a song that was so beautiful everyone said that for a moment Heaven and Earth seemed as one.
As she grew up, Mishan helped her father take care of the inn.
Every day she heard the villagers complain, “We live in a village where it is so cold nothing ever grows!”
Others agreed. “Yes, it is a place where no one belongs.”
Each night, Mishan and her father would sit before the fire.
One evening, her father said, “Mishan, some day a beautiful garden will grow behind the Inn. A garden more beautiful than anyone has ever seen. It will be a garden of hopes and dreams.”
“But Father,” Mishan replied, “everyone says it is far too cold for anything to grow, and that nothing good could ever come from our village.”
Taking her tiny hands, he said, “I know what appears to be. But always remember, Mishan, things are not always what they seem!”
Long ago, in the Village Above the White Clouds, lived Mishan, daughter of the innkeeper.
On the morning she was born, a pure white songbird sang a song that was so beautiful everyone said that for a moment Heaven and Earth seemed as one.
As she grew up, Mishan helped her father take care of the inn.
Every day she heard the villagers complain, “We live in a village where it is so cold nothing ever grows!”
Others agreed. “Yes, it is a place where no one belongs.”
Each night, Mishan and her father would sit before the fire.
One evening, her father said, “Mishan, some day a beautiful garden will grow behind the Inn. A garden more beautiful than anyone has ever seen. It will be a garden of hopes and dreams.”
“But Father,” Mishan replied, “everyone says it is far too cold for anything to grow, and that nothing good could ever come from our village.”
Taking her tiny hands, he said, “I know what appears to be. But always remember, Mishan, things are not always what they seem!”