Ep 12: The Child Who Spoke in Color

🌈 The Child Who Spoke in ColorA Myth for the Ones Who Feel the World in Ways It Hasn’t Learned to Listen To Yet🕯️ Whispered, gentle and certain:Not all language is made of words.Some of it is made of light.Welcome to The Hollow Tree.This is a story for the children whose senses are wide.For the ones who feel the world not just around them—but inside them.Let’s begin.🍃 Forest Friend Whisper[Chime]“In the grove beyond the measured clocks, there are children who do not speak in sentences. They speak in weather. I have seen it. It is beautiful.”[Chime]🌈 The Child Who Spoke in ColorA Myth for the Ones Who Feel the World in Ways It Hasn’t Learned to Listen To YetAnd now, the tale.There once was a childwho didn’t speak the way others did.Not because they couldn’t.But because they were tuned differently.Where others used words,this child used… something else.They tasted blue.They counted safety in shadows.They wore their favorite soundtucked behind their left ear.They didn’t always answer questions.Because sometimes the questionswere shaped wrong.Or too sharp.Or made of numbersthat didn’t add up in their chest.When someone asked,“How are you feeling?”The child felt an entire galaxy of answers—and none of them fitinto one small sentence.But give them a silence—and they would fill it with stars.Give them a leaf—and they would name its secrets.Give them space—and they would bloomin colors the air had never seen before.The grown-ups tried.They really did.They asked things like:“Why can’t you just say how you feel?”“You’re too much.”“You’re too quiet.”“Are you even listening?”And the child wanted to explain.Oh, how they wanted to explain.But how do you tell someonethat sometimes a smell can be too loud?That sometimes a shirt seam feels like lightning?That sometimes a feeling doesn’t fitinside one body?That sometimes existingis already the bravest thingthey’ve done all day?So instead—the child made a language.Not with grammar.With rhythm.A tap of the fingers.A flap of the hands.A hum that meant“I’m steady.”A skip that meant“I’m happy.”A stare that lingered just long enough to say,“I trust you.”Some people didn’t understand.They mistook rhythm for noise.Silence for absence.Stillness for disinterest.But a few did.The ones who listened with their skin.The ones who didn’t rush the pause.The ones who noticed that the child’s eyesshifted color with emotion.The ones who understoodthat magic often wears masksthat look like misunderstanding.And one day—the child met another.Another whose hands movedlike wind through reeds.Another who pausedbefore answering.Another who flinched at sudden noiseand found comfort in the same quiet corner.They didn’t speak.They didn’t need to.They just sat.Two colors humming.Two storms resting.And in the stillness between them—something bloomed.Not a conversation.Not a translation.A recognition.Like looking into a mirrorthat finally reflected your true shade.And in that shared quiet,they built something.A language made of glances.A grammar of patience.A dictionary of safety.And it was enough.The village did not change overnight.The questions did not disappear.But something had shifted.Because once even one person listenswith their whole self—the air makes more room.The child still spoke in color.Still tasted blue.Still counted safety in shadows.But now—they knewthere were otherslearning to see in full spectrum.🌿 Soft Whisper:If your colors don’t match anyone else’s palette…if your words are slow to bloomor shaped like soundless joy—you are not wrong.You are not broken.You are not too muchor too little.You are speaking a languagethe world is still learning.And there are others.We are learning to hear you.We’re so glad you’re here.To the listeners.To the whisper-hearers.To the ones who hold story before it has shape:We see you.We thank you.We will keep writing.Thank you for listening to The Hollow Tree.This is just the beginning,and you are always welcome to return—whenever you’re ready for another story.You can find more tales and behind-the-scenes magic at thehollowtree.substack.com, Instagram @TheHollowTreeStories, and remember to follow along on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and soon YouTube.Until next time—may the path be soft,and the whisper of the forest stay with you.🌈🍃🕯️—Written and performed by Amber Jensen and the voices of The Hollow TreeIf this story stirred something in you…You can keep The Hollow Tree lit by subscribing, sharing it with someone who listens like you do, or leaving a kind note.Everything here is offered with care.And every listen, every share, every whisper down the line—it matters. 🌲 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thehollowtree.substack.com