Elitsa and the Trees

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  Elitsa stood by the window, watching the morning light glide across the bark of the trees — that old, cracked bark that resembled the hands of elderly people who had survived more winters than could ever be spoken of. The air smelled of dust and damp soil, and in the distance came the metallic sound of chainsaws, slicing through the silence like a harsh thought intruding upon a prayer. Even before she saw what was happening, her body understood. There are pains that arrive before words do. Pains that live in the nerves, in the chest, in the deep memory of the soul. They had begun cutting the trees. Large. Old trees. She remembered how, as a child, she believed that trees kept human secrets. That they listened. That they absorbed what a person could not confess to anyone else. Her mother had once told her that when someone cried beside a tree, the tears were never wasted. And perhaps that was why Elitsa had always felt a particular silence around old trees — not an empty silenc...

“Diary of an Artist’s Soul” – e-book

 

"Diary of an Artist’s Soul" - e-book by Anelly Aya

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From the Diary of a Highly Sensitive Child is a gentle and intimate invitation into the hidden world of a child who feels life more deeply than most. Told entirely in the child’s own voice, the book opens her heart wide, where tears become a language, dreams turn into maps of secret places, and silence transforms into a safe refuge. Each page feels raw and tender, offering readers a rare glimpse into the delicate balance of sensitivity, imagination, and hope.

When the world finally quiets at night, the child leans into her diary to share her truths. She writes about the booming voices of adults who forget how loud they sound, about classrooms that overwhelm her with constant noise, and about the ache she feels when Mom and Dad argue. She confesses her fears, her loneliness, her dreams, and her deep desire to be understood. Yet alongside these tender confessions live sparks of wonder. She introduces her secret friends—angels, animals, and imaginary companions who bring her comfort—and she shows how nature itself becomes her truest ally. Trees, flowers, and quiet corners stand beside her when the human world grows too heavy.

Through her words, the child teaches that crying is not weakness, but the voice of the soul speaking. She shares how dreams at night carry symbols, gentle messengers, and visits from loved ones, reminding her that she is never alone. Her reflections move softly between joy and sadness, proving that the world can both wound and sing at the same time. Even in heavy days, she carries hidden sparks of beauty—her laughter, her drawings, her small discoveries—that light her path.

What sets this book apart is its authenticity. The voice is childlike, simple, and fragile, as though the reader is holding a diary never meant to be read. The language is gentle yet full of power, carrying truths adults often forget. It is not a polished retelling through adult eyes but the living words of a child—innocent and wise, vulnerable and brave—asking for patience, tenderness, and real listening. In her voice, we hear not only one child but the echoes of all sensitive children who long to be seen and loved for who they truly are.

The diary ends with a heartfelt message to adults. The child pleads softly but clearly: slow down, remember, listen. She reminds parents and teachers that true love is not just gifts, advice, or rules, but presence, patience, and gentleness. She asks for hugs even in failure, for dreams to be given room, and for silence to be honored as sacred. Her final truth is both simple and profound: if you really hear me, you will love me better.

This book is not only for parents and teachers but for anyone who has ever been a child, anyone who has ever felt unseen, or anyone longing to reconnect with the quiet truths of love. From the Diary of a Highly Sensitive Child is a mirror to the soul, reminding us that behind every tear, every silence, and every dream lies a child—within or without—yearning to be heard. It is more than a diary; it is a gentle call back to compassion, presence, and love that listens.

 

 

 

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