wisdom
“Why Is the World the Way It Is? 
| A Truth Children Can Understand”
The afternoon fell slowly over Grandma Maria’s garden. The windmill turned slowly, pushed by a gentle breeze that seemed to bring murmurs from far, far away. Under the blackberry tree, like every evening, Uncle Augustine sat on his wooden bench with the blackberry sprig in his mouth. Beside him, Grandma knitted patiently, her apron stained with the day’s harvest.
The children came running. Tomas, Sofia, and Mateo’s cheeks were flushed from playing, but something in their eyes told them they had come with questions bigger than the garden.
“Uncle Augustine,” Sofia said, still agitated, “at school the teacher talked about the world’s problems.” About the water, the climate, the disappearing animals… is all of this really happening?
The old man looked up at the sky, which was already beginning to fill with stars, and sighed.
«Yes. It’s happening… and you’re going to see it with your own eyes. Your world will be different from the one we had.»
«But why, Uncle?» asked Mateo. «Why, if there are so many beautiful things, are there also so many bad things?»
Grandmother stopped knitting and looked at the children tenderly.
«Because, my children… humanity is still very young. We’re just learning to live together without hurting each other.»
Uncle Agustín nodded.
«Look, if the history of the Earth were just one year… we humans would appear in the last minutes of December 31st. We’re a new species, we’re still growing. And like every child, we make many mistakes.»
«Mistakes like fighting?» asked Tomás.
«Exactly,» said Uncle. «We fight over water, over land, over ideas. We think a lot about ourselves, and very little about us. And that’s the real problem: we think we’re alone, but in reality, we’re all in the same boat.»
«And what will happen when we grow up?» Sofia sat closer to Grandma.
«You’ll have to make decisions,» she said. «Decide whether you want to continue down the path of selfishness, or walk together, as siblings. You’ll have to take care of the water, the land, and also take care of each other.»
«But we’re children…» said Mateo, a little fearfully.
«And that’s the most beautiful thing,» replied Uncle Agustín. «Because children can change the world. They’re not full of fixed ideas or fear. You can learn to share, to listen, to think of others.»
«What if no one else wants to change?» asked Tomás.
The mill turned gently, as if responding with its metallic chime.
«Then you will be like that mill,» Uncle said. «Even if the world doesn’t change immediately, you will continue turning, bringing water to the earth, refreshing hearts. One by one. Like the breeze that starts out light and one day becomes a wind that changes everything.»
Grandmother smiled.
«The world’s problems are not solved with technology or force alone. They are solved with awareness and love. And awareness begins when we stop thinking about «me» and start thinking about «us.»
The children fell silent.
The sky was filling with stars.
And in that moment, under the blackberry tree, they understood that they were not small.
They were part of something bigger.
They were the seed of the «new us.»
The Invisible Journey 
| A Tale of Uncle Augustine to Understand the Universe with Calm and Faith
On a peaceful night, under a starry sky, the children gathered with Uncle Augustine and Grandma under the blackberry tree, next to the old Chicago Air Motor mill. The wind was gentle, and the full moon illuminated everything with a serene, silvery light.
«Uncle Augustine,» said Tomas, pointing to the sky. «Is it true that we’re moving, even though everything seems still?»
Uncle Augustine smiled, like someone who had been waiting for that question for many years.
«Boy, we’re not just moving. We’re traveling at a speed you can’t even imagine!» He adjusted his hat. This Earth spins on its axis at more than 1,600 kilometers per hour. And at the same time, it revolves around the Sun at more than 100,000. And that’s not all: our Sun, with all its planets, also revolves around the galaxy! And the galaxy also travels through the universe.»
The children’s eyes widened. Sofia whispered:
«And how is it that we don’t feel anything?»
«Because everything here spins with us,» Uncle replied. «It’s like being asleep on a train going through the night. Everything moves, but you are calm. That’s how God’s creation is, perfect.»
«What if one day everything ends?» Sofia asked, a little worried.
Grandmother, who was knitting silently, looked up and smiled tenderly.
«My child, our life is like a mulberry: small, sweet, and beautiful if savored in time. We mustn’t fear the sky or the stars. We must live with love, do good, and trust.»
Uncle Augustine nodded slowly, looking up at the sky.
«We worry about many things, but the truth is, even though the universe moves and changes, as long as we are here, with the stars above, the mulberry tree, the mill turning, we are fine. Because these movements are within God’s time.» And that’s perfect timing.
In that instant, as if the universe wanted to say, «Amen,» a shooting star crossed the sky.
The children fell silent.
Uncle Agustín and Grandma too.
And for a moment, everyone knew that this little corner of the world was at peace.
Stories of Uncle Augustine for Children 
| The Mill and the Four Winds 
It was a quiet afternoon in Grandma��s orchard, with the sun caressing the leaves of the mulberry tree. Under its shade, the children gathered around Uncle Augustine, who was clearing his wheat straw while looking at the Chicago Air Motor windmill. It, as always, spun gracefully to the rhythm of the wind. But that afternoon, something special happened.
The windmill began to spin faster than usual, and with each change of direction, its blades emitted a soft whisper. “Can you hear it?” Uncle Augustine asked with a smile. “Today the windmill wants to tell us stories from the four winds.”
The children, intrigued, came closer, attentive to their uncle’s words. “Every wind brings with it a story, and if we pay attention, we can learn from them.”
The North Wind: The Legend of Courage.
The first turn brought the north wind, whose voice was strong and firm. The mill told the story of a young polar bear named Arctic, who had to cross an ice desert to save his family trapped in a frozen cave. He bravely faced storms and dangers, learning that courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to move forward despite it.
The South Wind: The Tale of Love.
The windmill turned again, and this time it was the south wind who spoke in a warm and melodious tone. It was the story of a hummingbird named Lila who flew tirelessly among flowers to find the medicine that would save her sick companion. Her love and dedication showed that true love lies in selfless acts.
The East Wind: The Fable of Wisdom.
When the east wind took over, his voice was calm and thoughtful. He told the fable of an old owl named Orion, who taught the animals of the forest to work together to solve a problem that none could face alone. The children learned that wisdom is not found in knowing everything, but in knowing how to listen and collaborate.
The West Wind: The Adventure of Perseverance.
Finally, the windmill turned west, and its whisper vibrated with energy. The wind told the story of a little fox named Zephyr, who crossed mountains and valleys to find a home for his family. Despite the obstacles, he never gave up, showing that perseverance is the key to success.
When the windmill stopped turning, Uncle Augustine looked at the children. “Each wind has brought us an important lesson: courage, love, wisdom and perseverance. These are stories that we should keep in our hearts.”
Inspired, the children looked at the windmill with new eyes, grateful for the stories that the wind had brought.
“I hope you enjoyed this story, my beloved children,” said Uncle Augustine with a smile. “If you liked it, don’t forget to leave a ‘Like’, subscribe to the channel and hit the bell so you don’t miss any of our upcoming adventures. See you in the next story under the mulberry tree!”
The Valley of Silence Challenge: Learning to Listen: Personal Growth and Self-Control
I have a new story for you, I hope you like it.
In a forgotten corner of the great enchanted forest, where the trees whispered ancient stories with every breath of wind, there was the enigmatic Valley of Silence. It was said that whoever could cross it without making a single sound would reach the Cave of Wisdom, a sacred place where the secrets of the forest were revealed to the worthy.
Lila the Hare, Felix the Fox, Martha the Tortoise and Simon the Mockingbird met at the edge of the valley, each with their own reasons for seeking wisdom. The hare, always restless, believed that speed was his best ally. The fox, confident in his cunning, thought that silence would be a simple obstacle. Martha, on the other hand, knew that silence and patience had long been friends. Simon, a lover of his melodious voice, faced the greatest challenge of all.
As they entered the valley, a sign reminded them: “Silence is the key.” Lila, impatient, tried several times to move quickly, chattering to herself about the strategy, but each word brought her back to the beginning. She watched, frustrated, as Marta moved slowly but surely, without making a sound.
Felix, accustomed to narrating each of his steps out loud, bit his tongue to keep from speaking. At first, the stillness seemed unbearable, but soon he began to notice the small details of the forest that he had previously ignored: the rustling of leaves under his feet, the distant hum of bees, and the soft murmur of a stream. The silence taught him to be more aware of the world around him.
Simon, the mockingbird, struggled internally. His nature urged him to fill the air with his songs. However, as he moved forward, he stopped to listen. For the first time, he sensed the natural symphony of the forest: the rhythm of crickets, the chorus of winds, and the rustling of leaves. He found music even in the silence.
Marta the turtle walked forward with a calm smile. She knew the power of silence and knew that in its stillness lay true wisdom. Sometimes she paused to wait for the others, guiding them with her understanding gaze and gentle gestures.
Near the end of the valley, a wide river blocked the path to the cave. The four friends met there, staring at each other in silence, searching for a way across. It was then that, without words, they began building a bridge out of fallen logs and stones. Working together in complete silence, each contributing what they did best, guided only by mutual understanding and a shared desire to achieve their goal.
As they crossed the bridge and reached the Cave of Wisdom, they found no treasures or ancient secrets written on golden scrolls. Instead, they found a crystal-clear mirror that reflected their own images. In that reflection, they saw the truth that the Valley of Silence had taught them: wisdom lay in knowing when to speak and when to listen, in understanding that silence is not the absence of sound, but the presence of deeper understanding.
The four friends returned to the forest, carrying with them not only the wisdom of silence, but also a friendship strengthened by shared experience. They had learned that sometimes silence says more than a thousand words.