The Griots by Linda Somiari-Stewart.

The Griots by Linda Somiari-Stewart. https://linda-x.com/
Story Therapists.Writers. Artistes. Memory Keepers.Reviving lost truths through folktales,fables,and healing stories.

Weaving ancient wisdom with modern reflection. Guardians of heritage.Bearers of timeless African narratives.

03/07/2025

FireLight Fables
with
Grandma Linda

The Ember And The Wind.
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A tiny ember, a mighty storm. The harder the Wind tried to s***f it out, the brighter it burned—until the whole forest glowed with its fire.
A fable of resilience: gentle strength outlasts fierce opposition.

02/07/2025

The Well Does Not Thirst For The Water It Gives. You see, my child, the well gives water every day, and yet it does not thirst for the water it gives. It does not boast of the lives it saves when the sun burns hot. It does not count how many come with empty calabashes, asking to be filled.It simply gives.There is a quiet strength in serving without noise, in helping without expecting praise. The tree gives shade and does not sit in its own shadow. The river flows and does not drink its own waters.So you, too, must learn to give, to help, to stand for others, even when no one sees, even when no one claps their hands.Your value is not in how many know your name, but in the seeds you water, the thirst you ease, the hope you bring, even if your hands remain unseen.The well knows this. The well is content to give, because it understands that in giving, it becomes life itself.

02/07/2025

FireLight Fables
with
Grandma Linda

The Pebble and the Stream

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In a quiet valley, a pebble lay beside a stream, watching as the water flowed day and night. The pebble mocked the stream.

“You are soft, always yielding, always giving way. I am strong — I stay where I choose.”

The stream only smiled and carried on, caressing the roots of trees, quenching the thirst of deer, and singing to the moon.

Seasons passed. The pebble grew dull and cracked under the sun’s heat and winter’s frost. But the stream — oh, the stream carved through the hardest stone, shaped the valley, and became a river that nourished everything in its path.

One day, the cracked pebble whispered, “I thought strength was standing still. But now I see — true strength is in kindness that moves, that shapes, that endures.”

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Moral: Kindness may seem soft, but over time, it shapes the world.

Shout out to the newest members of the Griots community. We are Excited to have you onboard! Thank you 🙏 ठा. कृष्णपाल सि...
01/07/2025

Shout out to the newest members of the Griots community. We are Excited to have you onboard! Thank you 🙏

ठा. कृष्णपाल सिंह राजपूत, Destruere Hostis Deus, Ogan Romeo Soseipiriala, Chikay Jane Galindo, Nana Hatenonsense Poku, Olarewaju Israel Oluwadamilare, Obom Otonsiki, M**s Le Gentlemen Diafounè, Nenk Kiren Chiko, Merrel Rose Chavez Sanaga, Komala Fitri Diana, ชื่อเก่ง มึงรู้จัก, Arka Maulana Yss, Hezekiah Kanyamwale Hezel, João Constantino Comerciante, Fakhri Kriker, Thy Mony HD, Melita Fernandes, Thy Nguyễn, Nnodim Heomachi Success, Rollin Eslabon, Nii Ampem Darko, Nguyễn Văn Đức, Dian Agustiani, Arfana Buchari, Qoni Atur Rohmah, Ariniala Randriananja, Ka Hỏi, Baobab Premier, Jefferson Dumpa, Saeed Khan, Joseph Jay Pezulu, Rudhay Black, Fadzrul Mohammad, Youcef Jsb, Kobir Khan, Tanjonyaina Fanir'sua, Cha Wee Wun, MD Robel, Resti Dwi Silfa, Prisca Phiri, Angga Samiaji Pelu, Asghar Butt, Annalyn Nunez, Lamaiyphon Yangthisan, Prawit Ch, Trang Dao, Thin Thinmon, LE Loan, ปล่อย มื้อฉัน

Life According to the Ancient Griots ………………….. Even the broken calabash can hold rain when placed upon t...
01/07/2025

Life According to the Ancient Griots
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Even the broken calabash can hold rain when placed upon the right stone. So too can a wounded soul find strength again, if it leans upon wisdom, kindness, and time.

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Echoes from the Past

In the days when the elders spoke by the fire, they told of a young woman who shattered her calabash in sorrow. But an old mother placed it upon a broad stone, and the rain filled it once more. From that day, the woman learned: even what is cracked can serve, when held by steady hands.

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Griot’s Reflection

We all carry cracks, some seen, many hidden. But do not fear your brokenness, child of the soil. With the steady stone of wisdom beneath you, with kindness poured upon you like rain, and with time as your companion, you will be whole again.
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Call to Action and Soul Question

Today, place your burdens upon the stone of wisdom. Let kindness be your rain. Let time do its work.
Soul Question:
Upon what stone will you rest your broken calabash?

01/07/2025

The Crab And The Moon

… firelight fables with grandma Linda

One night, a small crab scuttled along the beach, lost and afraid.Behind it, the waves whispered. Ahead, the wet sand glowed silver beneath the full moon.“There! The path of light must lead home!” thought the crab, and it hurried toward the shimmer.But the moon’s reflection kept moving. The faster the crab ran, the further the shining path slipped away, deeper into the sea.A wise old turtle, watching from the dunes, called out:“Little one! The moon’s path is a trick. Turn, and listen for the sound of the shore.”The crab stopped. It turned from the silver trail and followed the soft hum of the tide.Soon, it found its burrow, safe and warm.And the moon?It kept casting its false path for others to chase.

01/07/2025

This holiday, give more than toys and trips - give the power of storytelling with Firelight Stories. ...

Dear Parents, Guardians, and Keepers of Young Hearts…

Make this holiday a season of stories, wonder, and wisdom. I invite you , your friends, and children to step into a world where ancient truths, dignity, and culture come alive.

💫 Visit Linda-X.com — a sanctuary of folktales, reflections, and healing stories designed to inspire, teach, and rekindle the fire of tradition.

👣 This holiday, give your loved ones more than toys - provide them with the power of storytelling with firelight Stories.

➡️ Come along with your children, nieces, nephews, and young friends. Help them discover the magic of your roots.

01/07/2025

Fire Does Not Forget The Wood That Fed It
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The flame you see dancing does not appear from nothing. It is the wood beneath it that feeds its light. That gives it warmth.Allowing it to glow against the cold.We are like that, too. Our strength.
Our brightness.Our victories—they are fed by something, by someone, by the quiet sacrifices others made before us.
The fire does not forget the wood that fed it. So, do not forget those who lifted you when you were tired.Who believed in you when your spirit was small.

Who shared their last when you had nothing.Your light today is not yours alone. It is a gift —carried forward from many hearts and many hands.Walk gently, with gratitude. Remember those who fed your fire and when your time comes, be the wood that feeds another.
So their light may also rise into the dark and warm the world.

🍀Life According to the Ancient Griots 🍀The tree with the sweetest fruit bends its branches low.⸻Echoes from the PastIn o...
30/06/2025

🍀Life According to the Ancient Griots 🍀

The tree with the sweetest fruit bends its branches low.
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Echoes from the Past

In olden times, the humble tree fed many, while the proud one’s fruit stayed out of reach.
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Griot’s Reflection

True strength serves others. Bend low, and let your goodness touch lives.

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Call to Action

Today, be like the bending tree. Feed souls with your kindness.

Soul Question

Where can you lower your branch for another’s sake?

30/06/2025

A Calabash Floating On Water Still Knows Where It Came From. …………………………. Even when the calabash drifts on the river, carried by the current, it does not forget the tree it fell from.You see, my child, there will be times when life carries you far from home, when you find yourself among strangers, on roads your ancestors did not walk. The river may take you, the winds may push you, but do not lose yourself.The calabash is light, it floats, it moves, but inside, it carries the memory of its tree, the soil that fed it, the hands that carved it. It knows who it is.You, too, must remember who you are. Your name, your people, the prayers whispered over your head when you were born, the blessings spoken over your feet when you first walked. These are yours, even when you travel far.Do not let the river make you forget your root. Let it carry you, let it show you new lands, but keep your spirit anchored. Remember where you came from, so that when you arrive where you are going, you arrive whole.The calabash floating on the river is not lost; it is journeying, but it remembers. So must you.

🌿Life According to the Ancient Griots 🌿 ………………………..The tree that forgets its roots will fall to a ...
29/06/2025

🌿Life According to the Ancient Griots 🌿
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The tree that forgets its roots will fall to a wind the grass can endure.

Echoes from the Past
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Long ago, a mighty tree stretched to the heavens but mocked the soil below. When fierce winds came, it fell. The grass, small and steady, survived — because it remembered the earth that held it.

Griot’s Reflection
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True strength is not in how tall you stand, but in how deeply you remember. Forget your roots, and you forget yourself.

Call to Action &Soul Question
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Honor your roots today. Bow your heart to those who made you strong.
What part of your roots calls for your attention now?

29/06/2025

🔥THE FIRELIGHT FABLES🔥
The Firely And The Owl
“Not all who admire you mean you well “

On a quiet night, a little firefly glowed gently as it floated over a dark forest.
It had always been taught: “Shine, and the world will admire you.”

From the shadows, an owl watched.
“Friend Firefly,” said the owl, spreading its wings, “your light is beautiful. Won’t you fly closer so I may see it better?”

The firefly, proud and pleased, danced nearer, its glow brighter than ever.
“Thank you, wise owl. I always try to light up the night!”

With a swift swoop, the owl caught the firefly in its beak.
Just before it swallowed, the firefly whispered,
“But… you said I was your friend.”

The owl blinked.
“In the dark, little one, not all who admire you mean you well.”

And with that, the night grew darker still.

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