A Polish folklore
There is a village in Poland and the people have beautiful Zadudu. For those that don’t know Zadudu is the beautiful warmth that people have inside. We all have Zadudu. It shines warm from the heart outward and is shared with everyone. The more it is shared the brighter the village and its villagers are, including the visitors to the village that experienced Zadudu as well.
The village in Poland was a beautiful, happy, collaborative village and the villagers were proud of what they had. They shared their Zadudu as a matter of who they were as people.
As time went by the leaders of the village decided that the Zadudu was being shared too freely, too widely and too often. They suggested to the villagers that outsiders were taking advantage of Zadudu and hinted that there were perhaps some in the village that were receiving more than they should. “We should manage this more” the leaders said. “We should be selective on how we share our Zadudu and who the recipients will be” they said.
At first the people were not sure, sharing their Zadudu was what they did, but the leaders continued their course. At first only a few people listened, thinking the leaders had a good point, and these people became more limiting in who and when they shared their Zadudu with others.
Some others felt that if one group were not going to share their Zadudu why should they, and certainly why should the first group receive theirs if they were not willing to share. And so, they became more guarded with their Zadudu.
Others fought against the limiting of Zadudu, sadly their voice became weaker and they grew tired or resisting this move and so eventually, they too limited the sharing of Zadudu. For some it might have been a conscious thought, for others, the fatigue of being a lone voice might have changed them. Who knows.
And so, it didn’t take too long before the Zadudu of the village became less and less, people keeping it more for themselves than for the purpose it was intended, to be shared with others. And the people slowly became less bright, less happy, and less collaborative, and their village became less beautiful and less happy.
One day a traveller came to the village. He was down on his luck, weary and hungry. The villagers looked at him suspiciously as they passed him. They did not know him and their closely guarded Zadudu did not touch him at all – or did it?
A little boy passed the traveller with his mother. The boy was curious, he had never seen this person before. His mother, leading the boy by the hand, walked past the traveller and in to a nearby store.
While the boy’s mother was in the store the little boy came outside again and looked at the traveller. He carefully approached and, because he was so young, he did not know to keep his Zadudu guarded. He saw the traveller was hungry and offered him the apple in his pocket. The traveller was grateful and took the apple. The little boy went to a nearby tap and brought the traveller some water, who again was most grateful. With the shared smiles and these small acts of kindness the traveller received some Zadudu. He felt warmer and happier, as did the little boy. What a curious experience for the little boy.
The mother, realising her child was missing, came out of the store, grabbed the boy by the hand and dragged him away. She did not see the smile her child and the traveller shared, the smile of embarrassment from the boy and understanding from the traveller, which naturally contained an interaction of Zadudu.
The next day the boy brought a blanket and food for the traveller. Some of his friends came too. The traveller gratefully received the gifts and entertained the children with his stories. Naturally, within the laughter and stories Zadudu started to shine abundantly.
The laughter gradually brought others, children and adults alike. Some of the adults walked away again muttering while others stayed, engaged in the marvellous stories of the traveller.
Each day, small gifts of comfort arrived for the traveller, each day he shared his stories. People looked forward to the daily gathering. Not only was it an enjoyable time being entertained by this enlightened traveller, they spent more time with their fellow villagers laughing and talking and connecting. Some would bring harvest for others or look after their children while errands were run. And somehow, without the villagers realising, their village started to shine again. Their Zadudu started to shine again. Everyone quickly felt brighter, happier, warmer; they were working together, supporting each other again – just like the old days. And the village itself became more beautiful, happier, much more collaborative again – just like the old days.
And the marvellous thing is, not only the people of that village or indeed the people of Poland have Zadudu. It is freely available to all who have a heart and wish to let it shine.
A Polish fokelore as told by Christine Walter.
Such a beautiful story. ❤️
Thank you Wendy. I thought so when it was gifted to me. A pertinent message for these times.
Heart warming thanks Christine! I was blessed to be bought up in a family that Zaduda was common practice.It’s so lovely to now have a name for it.
Love your new website. Those who choose to work with you will shine as I did.
Thank you, Kay, and your Zadudu does shine through. It is my hope that we can all let ourselves shine, and I work to help as many people as possible do so. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
What a delightful story Christine.
I cannot wait to read it to my grandchildren who will receive the spirit of Zadudu as they listen and I tell it with my whole heart a soul.
I cannot wait to meet you Christine and have some of your over flowing Zadudu flow onto me in the March course.
Thank you so much 💓 Catherine
Thank you Catherine and yes, a great story for children and grandchildren. It was gifted to me by a participant in a Life Coaching course a number of years ago. I use the story often. I look forward to meeting you in March. Thank you for taking the time to visit my website.