Author: lazaruscarpenterauthor

Lazarus Carpenter I have lived in Wales for over twenty five years. Born in North Yorkshire, I am now an author, actor, musician and song writer, previously being a therapist, trainer and researcher, specialising in mental health. He was educated in Middlesbrough, Sheffield and Cambridge. With a fascination for Welsh History, I create worlds within worlds; magical, haunting, spirituality permeating sound moral codes of life. I live quietly with Debbie Eve (also my illustrator and our dog, Noodle in a small cottage surrounded by the beauty of the Brecon Beacons in the Valleys of South Wales.

The Tale of Edward, the Blind Healer

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In a quiet village nestled between rolling green hills, there lived a man named Edward. No one remembered exactly when he was born, but they knew two things for certain: Edward had been blind from birth, and yet, he possessed a gift unlike any other, a healing power that could mend both body and spirit. Despite his blindness, Edward was known far and wide for his compassion and gentle spirit. He spent his days wandering through the village, offering his help to anyone in need. Children loved to sit beside him, and elders sought his counsel, for Edward’s words carried wisdom beyond his years.

But what made Edward truly extraordinary was his magic. When someone was sick or broken, he would place his hands upon them, and their pain would fade, their wounds would close, and their spirits would lift. It was as if an unseen light flowed through him, illuminating and healing everything it touched. Many wondered how Edward could do such wondrous things without sight. Some believed he saw with his heart. Others whispered that he had been touched by a divine presence, a second coming of hope in a world often shadowed by darkness.

One day, a terrible storm swept through the village, bringing destruction and despair. Crops were ruined, homes damaged, and spirits broken. The villagers gathered, feeling lost and helpless. In the midst of the chaos, Edward stepped forward. His hands trembled with quiet resolve. He closed his eyes, though he had never seen with them, and began to hum softly. A warm, glowing light seemed to emanate from his palms, spreading across the village like dawn’s first light. As he moved from house to house, healing the wounded and comforting the grieving, a remarkable transformation took place. The storm’s fury ebbed away, replaced by a gentle calm. The villagers watched in awe as their suffering was eased, as hope was rekindled in their hearts.

When the storm had passed and the skies cleared, the villagers saw Edward in a different light. They saw not just a blind man, but a vessel of divine grace, a symbol of renewal—the second coming of compassion and healing.

From that day forward, Edward’s story spread beyond the village, inspiring others to believe in the power of kindness, faith, and unseen light. Though he could not see the world with his eyes, he had opened the eyes of everyone around him to the truth: that sometimes, the greatest vision comes from the heart, and true miracles happen when we believe in the impossible. Edward’s legacy endured, the humble healer who, through his magic and his love, reminded the world that even in darkness, there is always a light waiting to be awakened.

The Reunion of Simon and Skip

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Ten years had passed since Simon last saw his beloved dog, Skip. The day Skip disappeared from their small hometown was etched into his memory: a sunny afternoon, a gust of wind, and suddenly, his loyal companion was gone. Despite numerous searches, flyers, and tears, Skip remained a ghost in Simon’s heart, a silent ache that lingered with each passing year. Simon never gave up hope. He travelled far and wide, following every lead, every faint scent, every whisper of a dog that might be Skip. Over the years, he grew older, but his determination never waned. He often wondered if Skip remembered him, if the bond they shared was still alive in some corner of the world.

One summer, after almost a decade of searching, Simon received a tip from a mountain ranger. Someone had spotted a dog resembling Skip wandering near the rugged peaks of a distant mountain range. Heart pounding with a mix of hope and disbelief, Simon set out once more, this time heading toward the towering cliffs and whispering winds. The climb was arduous. The air grew thinner, and the terrain more treacherous. But Simon pressed on, driven by memories and an unbreakable hope. As he neared the summit, he saw a figure sitting calmly on a rocky outcrop, overlooking a vast valley below. His breath caught. The figure was unmistakable: a scruffy, brindle-coated dog with bright, alert eyes.

“Skip?” Simon called softly, tears welling in his eyes.

The dog’s ears perked up. He turned his head slowly, and then recognition ignited in those expressive eyes. The dog leapt to his feet and bounded down the rocks, tail wagging furiously. Simon dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he reached out his arms. Skip dashed into them, nuzzling his old friend with a joyful bark. They sat together on the mountain top, amidst the clouds and the winds, their bond renewed after a decade apart.

In that moment, standing atop the world with Skip by his side, Simon knew that some loves are so strong, they can withstand the test of time and distance. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the mountains, Simon and Skip looked out together, grateful for the miracle of their reunion. 

The Intrepid Walker

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Harry was an ordinary man with an extraordinary dream. From a young age, he was captivated by stories of distant lands, diverse cultures, and the world’s boundless beauty. But what set Harry apart was his obsession: he wanted to visit every country on Earth, not by plane or luxury cruise, but on foot. The idea took root during a solo trip to a small village in Southeast Asia. Sitting by a river at sunset, Harry realised that the true essence of a place could only be felt by walking through its streets, talking to its people, and immersing himself in its everyday life. From that moment, he dedicated himself to his lifelong quest.

In 2013, Harry sold his belongings, packed a sturdy backpack, and set out from his hometown. His journey began with a simple plan: to walk through neighbouring countries, gradually expanding his reach. His first year took him across Europe, through forests, mountains, and bustling cities, where he met fellow travellers and locals alike. Over the next nine years, Harry’s trek was a mosaic of experiences. He crossed deserts in Africa, navigated jungles in South America, and trekked mountain passes in Asia. Each country brought its own challenges and stories: a lost passport in a remote village, a language barrier, and a storm that forced him to seek shelter under a makeshift tarp.

He often camped under the stars, relying on the kindness of strangers for food and shelter. His feet bore the stories of countless roads, and his heart grew richer with every encounter. Harry’s journey was not just about geography; it was about humanity. In India, he learned to cook spicy street food. In Kenya, he volunteered in a school. In Brazil, he danced at lively festivals. Everywhere he went, he collected stories, friendships, and lessons about resilience, hope, and love.

The journey wasn’t without hardships. Political unrest, injuries, fatigue, and moments of doubt tested his resolve. There were times he questioned whether he could continue. But his obsession, fueled by a deep curiosity and a desire to understand the world, kept him moving forward. Finally, after ten years of relentless walking, Harry reached his goal by visiting every country on the planet. He stood at the border of the last nation, feeling a profound sense of accomplishment. It wasn’t just the number of countries visited that mattered; it was the journey itself, the growth, the connections, the stories.

Harry’s adventure changed him. He returned home not as the man who once dreamed of walking across the world, but as someone who had truly lived it. He became an advocate for understanding and compassion, sharing his stories to inspire others to explore and connect. Today, Harry spends his time speaking at schools and community centres, encouraging others to pursue their passions, no matter how impossible they may seem. His ten-year odyssey reminds us that the world is vast and full of wonder, and sometimes, the greatest journey is simply putting one foot in front of the other.

Four Brave Welsh Sheepdogs

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High in the rugged Welsh mountains, four brave sheepdogs named Max, Bella, Toby, and Daisy set out on a daring adventure. Their flock of sheep had wandered off during a sudden storm, lost amid the swirling snow and howling wind. The hills were cloaked in white, and the sky raged with sleet and blizzard, but the four dogs were determined to find their flock and bring them back home. Max, the boldest of the team, led the way with his nose to the ground, sniffing through the snow for any sign of their woolly friends. Bella, quick and clever, scouted ahead, her ears sharp for the faint baa of sheep. Toby, gentle yet steadfast, stayed close to the rocky outcrops, listening for the distant bleats. Daisy, cheerful and brave, kept morale high, barking encouragement and rallying her friends.

Through the storm’s fury, they pressed on, battling icy gusts that stung their faces and snowdrifts that threatened to swallow them whole. They crossed narrow ridges and slipped down snowy slopes, their paws crunching through the frozen terrain. Despite the harsh conditions, their determination never wavered. After hours of searching, Max suddenly caught a faint yet familiar scent. His tail wagged wildly as he led the others toward a cluster of snow-covered bushes. There, huddled together, were the lost sheep, trembling but safe. The dogs barked joyfully, reassuring their flock, and together, they began the journey back.

As they descended towards their hill farm, the storm started to ease. The clouds parted, revealing the golden glow of sunset over the mountains. When they finally arrived, Jack the farmer was waiting at the farmyard, his eyes wide with surprise. He couldn’t believe his eyes; his loyal dogs had braved the fiercest storm to rescue their flock.

“Good boys! Good girls!” Jack cheered, scooping them all into a warm hug.

The sheepdogs wagged their tails proudly, happy to have saved their flock and returned home. From that day on, the story of Max, Bella, Toby, and Daisy’s brave mountain rescue was told around the farm, a tale of courage, loyalty, and friendship against the wild Welsh mountains. 

‘A tale dedicated to all sheepdogs across the world, who tirelessly and faithfully protect their flocks.’

Rain

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Splashing, dripping droplets rolling down the pane

Each one is very different, and yet all look the same

Falling from dark clouds so high up in the sky

No beings around, no birds in the air

Rabbit and fox flee to burrow and lair

Torrential tumutolous, oh what a storm

Nothing to do but stay dry in the warm

Grey and dark in the middle of the day

Every being now gone, all flown away

Still the rain falls, will it never end

Drain our sanity, drive us round the bend

Such is Nature’s way to cleanse darkness with light

All grows green, what was wrong, now right

Splashing, dripping droplets rolling down the pane

Each one is very different, and yet all look the same