Sarah Ban Breathnach.
There once was a powerful queen irascible. One autumn, when the year began to turn to a close, the queen fell into a deep melancholy. I could not 'eat it' to sleep, often crying tears of unknown origin that sent on a rampage, triggering excessive anger that made us tremble with fear those who stood beside her.
Every day the queen summoned a new director chosen by her outstanding group of essays, court physician, astrologer, the sensitive, the alchemist, the herbalist, the philosopher. All were dismissed on charges of quackery for not being able to unravel the mystery of the evil spell. They all felt lucky to keep their illustrious careers shortened. "There must be someone among you who knows the source of my suffering!" cried the Queen, in despair. But his pathetic complaint was upheld only by an awkward silence as everyone feared his wrath.
Only the real gardener, moved with pity for the poor woman, came to the throne, "Come into the garden, Your Majesty, your autosegregazione over the wall ..." The queen was so desperate that he did what was asked.
When he came out in the garden, the first time in many weeks, he noticed that the bright and vivid colors of summer had faded and the garden looked bare. He saw, however, was not entirely devoid of beauty and, indeed, was regal in its brilliant crimson and gold tones. The air was pleasantly cool and invigorating and the sky a pure blue. "It's about pickles."
"Your Majesty, what suffers is not your body will 'of your mind. It' s your soul that needs healing. You suffer from a disease that afflicts us all. Just like the seasons of the natural world are moving into a cycle of life, death and rebirth, so the spirits are raised land to sink into sadness and joy in the seasons of emotions. There are days when we should give thanks for the harvest of the heart, however small it may be, and prepare to 'arrival this year. The daylight hours decrease and increase the hours of darkness. But the real light in the world of nature never goes out. And the same goes for your soul. My beloved Queen, do not fear the dark, the light and you know Tornari other happy hours. Of this I am sure. "
Queen, reflecting on these words of wisdom asked the gardener come facesse a possedere il segreto della pace interiore. La giardiniera la condusse a una meridiana d'ottone. Portava scritto:
" Anche questa passerà "
