Love your stories. Always look forward to them, and if one is paying attention, there is a lesson to be learned, presented ever so gently. You are a treasure beloved Victoria.
Victoria your stories are so beautiful and heart felt. I feel like a little kid waiting for my next story.😊. It warms my heart ♥️ and brings happiness into my life. Your a super story teller. Ok, where is the next one?😊 ❤❤❤❤❤
These stories are so beautiful they are so amazing I wish every child could hear them .I as an adult enjoy them so much Thank You for time out in a world full of chaos.❤❤❤
Victoria your stories are so beautiful They are so adorable pictures are beautiful and when I see a new story I’m like a little child I look so forward to them thank you
A dear reminder that love and friendship are borderless treasures for us to behold each day, each night, whenever we remember the generousity of God’s creation. PS. I bet mouse has knitted scarf and hat, she’s ever so busy with her wool, and left them as a Christmas present for our new friend. The wind must have told him these gifts were for master raven, when he found them on the lowest branch of the oak, where Sir Beaver had kindly consented to hang them up...
Thank you so much for your lovely story. I'm sedate for now I had cancer surgery on my face. They got it all but I have to be still for 10 days. I welcomed your story. Thank you so much.❤
I loved your winter fairy tale of how the raven found friendship with the moon. I'm an artist and have drawn ravens and crows, as well as other animals dressed in clothes for many years so I find your imagery appealing. Thanks for sharing. Jenny USA
Victoria, you are one of the most talented storytellers I have ever come across on the Internet. I've been following you for over a year on FB and now I have just found you on this platform too. You have a knack for weaving mesmerizing and magical tales abot the glen. You should write a book. :) Blessings from Hungary.
Dearest Victoria, you are a true fable creator.Miss6 is enamoured and also likes the visuals!Thankyou for sharing your talents 😊❤J.I.M.K. Mrs. Brisbane, Australia 🙏 ❤ 🇦🇺 😀 🪃 xx
Victoria, you have once again warmed my heart with one of your stories. Such a great tale for humanity. For, so many of us are lonely. But despite our loneliness, so many of us do not make an attempt to reach out, to speak to others, others who may very well be quite lonely themselves. A lesson for us all. Reach Out, for you may find a new friend. Paul, NYC, NY.
Paul, thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful message-it warmed my heart in return. ✨ I’m so glad the story resonated with you. Loneliness is such a tender and deeply human experience, isn’t it? It’s something many of us carry quietly, thinking we’re alone in it, when all the while, as you so beautifully said, others may be feeling the very same. There’s such quiet bravery in reaching out-extending that first, small gesture of connection-and yet, it can lead to something truly magical: friendship, understanding, or even just a shared moment of kindness. Your words remind me why I love creating these stories-because they allow us to reflect on those truths we sometimes forget in the rush of our days. Thank you for sharing your own reflection so generously. It’s a gift to know the story has touched someone in the heart of a bustling place like NYC, where reaching out can feel both brave and daunting. May your week be filled with little moments of connection, and may the magic of the Glen remind us all to reach out, even when it feels uncertain. You never know where a new friend might be waiting. Thank you again for writing, Paul-it means the world. 🌟
@@MrExec3549 Yes. People in New York are always running around. Rushing to and from work, rushing to the store, and then out again. Our citizens rush… they mostly look past each other… on the sidewalks, in the subways. So crowded with others, yet so many are lonely. However, I’ll tell you this, when it comes to some kind of emergency, some kind of event that requires people to assist each other, they come out of their inner selves to help others. I’m 73, yet, I do a lot of walking and am quite fit. Well last summer, I was crossing 42 nd Street on the corner of 6th Avenue. For some reason, I tripped and fell. Thank God that a red light was in my favor, for I fell right in the middle of the westbound lane of 42nd Street in front of a standing city bus. Well, everyone was rushing to and fro, but four people ran into the middle of the street to come to my assistance. They tried to help me get up. However, I was able to get up myself. They were very concerned and asked if I needed medical assistance. I told them that I was fine, but was quite embarrassed. They walked me to the sidewalk, bade me farewell, and then continued rushing to wherever they were going. Manhattan. Always rushing. And yet, there is Kindness on the sidewalks of New York when you really need it. Regards, Paul Messina, NYC, NY.
"Are you friends with Moon, Mrs. Mouse?" We are sitting comfortably in her home, feet on stools in front of her fire, tea in hand, half-eaten scones on the tables next to us. She has just finished telling me the tale of how Raven became friends with Moon. "Well..." she pauses, sipping her tea, eyes sparkling with wisdom.. and a bit of mischief. "I think being friends with Moon is difficult. But I do share my wishes and secrets with Moon. Does that make us friends?" I am unsure how to answer her. Moon also knows my wishes and secrets. I believe nearly everyone shares theirs with Moon. Does that make any of us friends with Moon? I begin thoughtfully... "Raven has a different sort of relationship with Moon that I. They converse. Moon shares things with Raven in the same way that Raven shares with Moon." Mrs. Mouse nods thoughtfully. "Yes, that's what I believe as well. When I speak to Moon, Moon doesn't speak back. Of course, I don't expect an answer... and perhaps that's the difference. Raven expected to be spoken to." I nod in agreement. "Exactly. Then, over years of talking to each other, Raven, no doubt, leaned Moon's wishes and secrets as well." Mouse smiled. "True.I know nothing about Moon. Friendship is sharing. Raven was friends with Moon... while I do not believe I can be... unless Moon begins to share." ♥
The moon knows everyones secrets, hopes and dreams❤
Love your stories. Always look forward to them, and if one is paying attention, there is a lesson to be learned, presented ever so gently. You are a treasure beloved Victoria.
Beautiful Victoria. Thank you. 🤗💚💙💫🧚🏼♂️
Victoria your stories are so beautiful and heart felt. I feel like a little kid waiting for my next story.😊. It warms my heart ♥️ and brings happiness into my life. Your a super story teller. Ok, where is the next one?😊 ❤❤❤❤❤
Thank you
A lovely story of friendship ❤
Beautiful ❤😊
Yes God Bless the warmth of your tales as a beautiful friendship in the glowing sliver moonlight ❤❤
😢so beautiful story!!!
Such a beautiful and comforting Tale! Thank you! Blessings, love and light!💖🌕🌟
Another lovely, lovely story. Thank you❤
These stories are so beautiful they are so amazing I wish every child could hear them .I as an adult enjoy them so much Thank You for time out in a world full of chaos.❤❤❤
I would sooo...love your story books
Victoria your stories are so beautiful They are so adorable pictures are beautiful and when I see a new story I’m like a little child I look so forward to them thank you
You have a lovely voice. Thank you for this story. I don't BELIEVE I'll ever look at the moon again without Listening for the Raven.💙🥶✌️
I love The Glen❤.thank you
Love him!🐎🐴🐎🐴🐂🐃🐂🐃🐮
Thank you Victoria your stories are truly magical. I completely drift off ,feeling like I'm there. Such a fantastic way to unwind ❤.
What a beautiful raven in his hat and scarf💓 Thank you for your lovely stories
Such beautiful stories....well done😒👋
So so beautiful.
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A dear reminder that love and friendship are borderless treasures for us to behold each day, each night, whenever we remember the generousity of God’s creation. PS. I bet mouse has knitted scarf and hat, she’s ever so busy with her wool, and left them as a Christmas present for our new friend. The wind must have told him these gifts were for master raven, when he found them on the lowest branch of the oak, where Sir Beaver had kindly consented to hang them up...
Thank❤you
Beautiful story ❤
Beautiful story. Its very like the Irish folk tales I grew up with Thank you! I find them very restful.
I love the raven/crow 🐦⬛ 🌹
Wonderful!!
Thank you so much for your lovely story. I'm sedate for now I had cancer surgery on my face. They got it all but I have to be still for 10 days. I welcomed your story. Thank you so much.❤
I loved your winter fairy tale of how the raven found friendship with the moon. I'm an artist and have drawn ravens and crows, as well as other animals dressed in clothes for many years so I find your imagery appealing. Thanks for sharing. Jenny USA
This was one favorites so far. 💕
Such a beautiful winter story, so cozy and peaceful and a beautiful friendship begins 🐦⬛♥️🌘
Don't we all long to feel valued and loved...
Simple yet profound. One does not know what effect you may have on another creature.
Lovey and sweet story. ❤
My world always feels a little bigger after one of your "tales". I feel more inspired and at peace. Thank you.
I love your stories!
Victoria, you are one of the most talented storytellers I have ever come across on the Internet. I've been following you for over a year on FB and now I have just found you on this platform too. You have a knack for weaving mesmerizing and magical tales abot the glen. You should write a book. :) Blessings from Hungary.
Dearest Victoria, you are a true fable creator.Miss6 is enamoured and also likes the visuals!Thankyou for sharing your talents 😊❤J.I.M.K. Mrs. Brisbane, Australia 🙏 ❤ 🇦🇺 😀 🪃 xx
Corbeau’s are seldom lonely. They are always clever and bold, fierce and magical.
Victoria, you have once again warmed my heart with one of your stories. Such a great tale for humanity. For, so many of us are lonely. But despite our loneliness, so many of us do not make an attempt to reach out, to speak to others, others who may very well be quite lonely themselves. A lesson for us all. Reach Out, for you may find a new friend. Paul, NYC, NY.
Paul, thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful message-it warmed my heart in return. ✨
I’m so glad the story resonated with you. Loneliness is such a tender and deeply human experience, isn’t it? It’s something many of us carry quietly, thinking we’re alone in it, when all the while, as you so beautifully said, others may be feeling the very same. There’s such quiet bravery in reaching out-extending that first, small gesture of connection-and yet, it can lead to something truly magical: friendship, understanding, or even just a shared moment of kindness.
Your words remind me why I love creating these stories-because they allow us to reflect on those truths we sometimes forget in the rush of our days. Thank you for sharing your own reflection so generously. It’s a gift to know the story has touched someone in the heart of a bustling place like NYC, where reaching out can feel both brave and daunting.
May your week be filled with little moments of connection, and may the magic of the Glen remind us all to reach out, even when it feels uncertain. You never know where a new friend might be waiting. Thank you again for writing, Paul-it means the world. 🌟
@@MrExec3549 Yes. People in New York are always running around. Rushing to and from work, rushing to the store, and then out again. Our citizens rush… they mostly look past each other… on the sidewalks, in the subways. So crowded with others, yet so many are lonely. However, I’ll tell you this, when it comes to some kind of emergency, some kind of event that requires people to assist each other, they come out of their inner selves to help others. I’m 73, yet, I do a lot of walking and am quite fit. Well last summer, I was crossing 42 nd Street on the corner of 6th Avenue. For some reason, I tripped and fell. Thank God that a red light was in my favor, for I fell right in the middle of the westbound lane of 42nd Street in front of a standing city bus. Well, everyone was rushing to and fro, but four people ran into the middle of the street to come to my assistance. They tried to help me get up. However, I was able to get up myself. They were very concerned and asked if I needed medical assistance. I told them that I was fine, but was quite embarrassed. They walked me to the sidewalk, bade me farewell, and then continued rushing to wherever they were going. Manhattan. Always rushing. And yet, there is Kindness on the sidewalks of New York when you really need it. Regards, Paul Messina, NYC, NY.
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It's the first time I have heard this story❤
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"Are you friends with Moon, Mrs. Mouse?"
We are sitting comfortably in her home, feet on stools in front of her fire, tea in hand, half-eaten scones on the tables next to us. She has just finished telling me the tale of how Raven became friends with Moon.
"Well..." she pauses, sipping her tea, eyes sparkling with wisdom.. and a bit of mischief. "I think being friends with Moon is difficult. But I do share my wishes and secrets with Moon. Does that make us friends?"
I am unsure how to answer her. Moon also knows my wishes and secrets. I believe nearly everyone shares theirs with Moon. Does that make any of us friends with Moon?
I begin thoughtfully... "Raven has a different sort of relationship with Moon that I. They converse. Moon shares things with Raven in the same way that Raven shares with Moon."
Mrs. Mouse nods thoughtfully. "Yes, that's what I believe as well. When I speak to Moon, Moon doesn't speak back. Of course, I don't expect an answer... and perhaps that's the difference. Raven expected to be spoken to."
I nod in agreement. "Exactly. Then, over years of talking to each other, Raven, no doubt, leaned Moon's wishes and secrets as well."
Mouse smiled. "True.I know nothing about Moon. Friendship is sharing. Raven was friends with Moon... while I do not believe I can be... unless Moon begins to share." ♥
Do I hear purring from time to time 😊
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♥x
I swear I heard a cat purring in the background on your audio…
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