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The Keepers of Stories: On Books, Folklore, and the Healing That Happens Between the Pages
A hand-painted children's book bag collection rooted in three great storytelling traditions.

Books are healing. They always have been.

There is a moment — most of us remember it, even if we can't name the exact book — when reading stopped being a skill and became a sanctuary.

You were young. The world was wide and sometimes overwhelming. And then a story opened up a door that wasn't there before, and you slipped through it, and for a little while everything was different. Lighter. More possible. You came back to yourself rested in a way that sleep, somehow, didn't always manage.

That is what Hilom Harana believes books do. Not metaphorically — actually. Reading heals.

The Keepers of stories is a collection of hand-painted children's canvas book bags, 3 bags for each series is a donation to an independant bookstore to gift to a child who might need exactly that sanctuary. And each one is painted in the hope that the bag itself — before the books even arrive — might already feel like a gift worth keeping.

Where This Began

The name Hilom Harana translates, from Filipino, as heal in life's serenade. It is the philosophy at the root of everything made under this name — that beauty is not decoration, but medicine. That art, carefully made and given with intention, can reach places that words alone cannot.

The Keepers of stories was born from that same belief, turned toward childhood.

Children's literacy charities across the UK know what the research already confirms: access to books in early childhood is one of the most powerful predictors of wellbeing, empathy, and emotional resilience across a lifetime. But access alone is not enough. A child also needs to feel that stories belong to them. That books are not obstacles or obligations, but companions — alive, generous, and on their side.

That is the feeling each of these bags is trying to give, before a single page is turned.

The Collection: Three Keepers of Stories

The first story features three hand-painted characters, each rooted in a specific folklore tradition, each chosen because their story — in its original telling — is already about the power of narrative to heal, transform, or carry something precious across impossible distances.

🦔 The Hedgehog Librarian renamed Hedgehog Gardener

English Folklore

In the tradition of the English countryside, the hedgehog is a creature of patient wisdom. She moves slowly, notices everything, and carries her home on her back — which means she is never, truly, without shelter.

In this painting, the Hedgehog Librarian tends her books the way a gardener tends a meadow. She waters them with a small copper can. From between the pages of her stack — Poets. Artistry. The Mind. — poppies and daisies and dark-leafed ferns push upward, reaching for light. The books are alive. The stories are growing.

The watering can is the heart of this image. It asks: what would happen if we treated children's reading the way we treat a garden? If we gave it time, and warmth, and daily attention, and trusted that something was growing even when we couldn't yet see it?

The meadow botanical border — poppies, white daisies, the soft blue of cornflowers — grounds the image in the English countryside the hedgehog calls home, and connects it to the broader visual world of Hilom Harana, where flowers are never just decoration.

🦭 The Selkie - Reimagined "The Seal of enthusiasm"

Scottish & Irish Coastal Folklore

The Selkie is one of the most quietly heartbreaking figures in Celtic mythology. She is a seal who becomes human when she removes her skin — a being who lives between two worlds, who belongs fully to neither, who carries within her an ache for the ocean even when she is walking on land.

For children who grow up between cultures, between languages, between the world their parents came from and the world they are growing into — the Selkie is a mirror.

But in The Keepers of stories, the Selkie is not lost. She sits at the threshold of the sea, a book open in her lap, her seal skin folded beside her like a coat she chose to take off. The ocean is still there — she can go back whenever she needs to. But right now, she is reading. And the story she holds is a world she can live in fully, without negotiating which part of herself to leave at the door.

Around her: sea kelp, sea pinks, the small shell-strewn botanicals of a Scottish shoreline. The bag's background carries the blue-grey of coastal water before the sun rises.

🐢 The Tortoise Who Outread Everyone - reimagined "Thoughtful Tortoise"

West African Yoruba Tradition

In Yoruba folklore, the tortoise — Ijapa — is the great trickster. Clever, unhurried, and almost always underestimated. He moves slowly and arrives everywhere. He is patient in ways that frustrate faster creatures, and that patience, in the end, is always what wins. In this story, Ijapa has found his greatest pleasure: he has discovered books. And he has outread everyone.

This painting is for every child who has ever been told they were too slow, too quiet, too different. The tortoise wins not despite his nature — but because of it.

Why These Three?

The Hedgehog is English. The Selkie is Scottish and Irish. The Tortoise is West African.

They were chosen not to cover ground geographically, but because each of their folklore traditions already contains, at its heart, a story about what it means to carry something precious across a distance — and to arrive, eventually, somewhere safe.

The hedgehog carries her home. The Selkie carries two worlds. The Tortoise carries time.

Books do all three of these things. A book is portable shelter. A book holds more than one world at once. A book asks nothing of you but patience.

Together, The Hedgehog Librarian, The Selkie, and The Tortoise Who Outread Everyone form a quiet chorus. They say, in three different voices and from three different traditions: stories are sacred. Reading is not a task. It is a way of healing. And it belongs to every child, from every corner of the world.

The Bags

Each bag in The Keepers of Stories collection is hand-painted on natural canvas — a square tote designed to be a child's companion, carried to school, to the library, on the bus, to the places where books go.

They are painted one by one, not printed. Every brushstroke is placed by hand. The botanicals are chosen for each character's world. The book titles are hand-lettered. No two bags are identical.

The first 3 is donated to children through an independant bookstore, because Hilom Harana believes that a beautiful object, given to a child with intention, tells them something important: you are worth beautiful things. Your imagination is worth tending.

A Note on Healing

The word Hilom means to heal. It is the root of everything made under this name.

Healing is not always dramatic. Sometimes it is small and daily — a walk, a flower noticed on the way to school, a story read quietly before bed. Sometimes the most powerful medicine is a bag a child carries that makes them feel, without being told, that they are seen. That someone thought carefully about what to give them. That stories are theirs.

The Keepers of Stories is an act of care. It is Hilom Harana's belief, painted in three panels of natural canvas, that books are healing — and that every child deserves to know it.

The Keepers of Stories collection is available to view and purchase at a charitable rate at hilomharana.com from the 1st of May 2026. If you are a bookstore, library, or literacy charity interested in partnering with this collection, please get in touch at [email protected]

Follow the story of the collection on Instagram at @hilomharana.

All bags are hand-painted originals. Hilom Harana is an independent hand-painted art and bag brand rooted in Southeast Asian folklore, botanical motifs, and a philosophy of healing through art.

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Janus Femme - an Original Art Painting by Jackie Florida

Janus has two faces

This is the gift the Romans understood when they named the first month after Janus — the god of beginnings, of thresholds, of the door that opens both ways. One face looks back at everything that has been: the losses carried quietly, the seasons endured, the love given without receipt. The other face turns toward what is coming — unknown, unheld, radiant with possibility.

Janus Femme was painted in that threshold. In that breath between the old year and the new.

She stands at the centre of it all — two women, or perhaps one woman in two moments — her dark hair moving like ink dropped into water, her gaze cast inward even as the world blooms around her. She wears the terno of a Filipina, but dotted in gold — polka dots, that most joyful of patterns, worn in the Philippines as a harbinger of abundance and good fortune at the turn of the year. To wear them is to say: I am ready. I am open. Let the good things come.

Around her, the world she carries.

Mandarin oranges hang heavy from their branch — symbols of prosperity, of sweetness earned, of the new year table laid with intention and hope. Figs cluster in the shadows, ancient and quiet; in folklore across cultures they speak of wisdom, of fertility, of the knowledge that ripeness comes to those who wait. Orchids bloom beneath her — the national flower of the Philippines, yes, but also a universal symbol of rare beauty, of strength that does not announce itself, of love that survives all seasons.

A Japanese paper lantern glows softly to one side. Chōchin. In Japan, lanterns are not merely light — they are guidance. They are lit to welcome, to honour, to illuminate the path for those who have gone before and those still finding their way. Here it hangs at the edge of the frame as if someone just placed it there, as if the welcome is still warm.

And then — the bird.

Blue, and in flight, moving through the upper corner of the canvas as if it arrived mid-painting and could not be stopped. In Philippine mythology, the maya and the blue-feathered birds of folklore are omens of something good approaching — a visitor, a change, a turning. The bird does not look back. It does not need to. It already knows where it is going.

This piece was made in the belief that January is not an obligation or a reset or a resolution. It is a serenade — offered to us once a year by time itself. A chance to stand in the doorway, to honour what we have survived, and to walk, with full hearts, into whatever is waiting.

Medium: Acrylic and Metallic acrylic on canvas

Dimensions: 61x61cm

Year: 2026

Status: Original — one of a kind

Janus Femme is available as an original work. For enquiries, please get in touch.

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The Keepers of Stories — Chapter 2
When the Letters Started Flying

Bag 1 of 3 — Seal's Bag

"The Tower of Hope"

THE STORY

Seal had always collected more books than any creature on the ice shelf reasonably should. Histories of migrations. Poems about the northern lights. Field guides to things that had not yet been named. And among them all — a slim teal volume called HOPE version 1, wedged in the middle of the tower, quietly changing everything.

He didn't notice the cracking until it was too late.

The weight of it all — all that hope, stacked so high and gathered so long — had split the ice platform clean in two. Now Seal stood on one half, and the books stood on the other, a channel of dark arctic water opening slowly between them. The tower teetered. HOPE v1 caught the wind. The gap was growing.

He was about to lose it all. Every last bright spine, every page, every story he had ever saved — sinking into the cold dark below.

There was only one thing to do.

Seal pressed a letter into the dove's beak — white, plain, written in a hurry — and sent it out across the cold air.

To: Hedgehog.

Help. Hope is drifting.

WHAT YOU'LL SEE

A grey seal sits on one half of a split ice shelf, cradling a red book to his chest, watching his tower of colourful books teetering on the other half — separated by open arctic water. HOPE VI is among them, wings of an open page lifting in the cold air. Above, a white dove carries a white letter into the sky. The address reads: To: Hedgehog.

Painted in muted arctic blues, soft greys, and the vivid, defiant rainbow of a library that refuses to go quietly.

THE HILOM HARANA NOTE

This bag is for everyone who has ever gathered so much hope it cracked the ground beneath them. For the ones who know that abundance, ungathered into community, becomes a weight too heavy to carry alone. And for the ones brave enough to send the red letter — the urgent one, the real one — before the hope slips under.

Sometimes asking for help is the most hopeful thing you can do.

For collectors, book lovers, and those who believe a bag should carry a world worth believing in.

Bag 2 of 3 — Hedgehog's Bag

"The Discount Plant"

THE STORY

Hedgehog hadn't meant to look at the discount section. She never does. And yet her feet always carry her there — past the flourishing ferns and the confident roses — to the corner where the leftover things sit at reduced prices, quietly asking to be chosen.

The plant was half-wilted. Its tag was marked down to nearly nothing. Its leaves drooped as though it had already accepted its fate.

Hedgehog bought it immediately.

You deserve to be saved, she thought. Even if nobody else sees it yet.

She planted it carefully. She gave it the best soil she had. She read every book she could find — Fear. Cure. Diagnosis — stacked on the stool beside her mailbox. She understood the words. But understanding is not the same as knowing, and knowledge is not the same as wisdom.

So she raised the flag on the mailbox. And she wrote the red letter.

Red — urgent, unmistakable. The kind of colour that cuts through everything like a single pair of shoes in a black-and-white world. The kind that says: this one is real. This one matters. Please.

To: Tortoise.

WHAT YOU'LL SEE

Hedgehog stands in her garden among sunflowers, a cracked soil pot, seeds on the shelf, and three medical books stacked on a stool — FEAR, CURE, DIAGNOSIS — with a sign nearby reading: 0 DISCOUNT. A blue mailbox beside her holds a red envelope — her urgent letter to Tortoise — while a white letter rests in the grass at her feet: Seal's message, just delivered by the morning dove.

Painted in warm botanical greens, earthy terracottas, and sunflower yellow on natural canvas.

THE HILOM HARANA NOTE

This bag is for the ones who rescue the half-wilted thing everyone else walked past. For the people in the middle of something hard, who are reading everything they can find and still know they need to ask someone wiser. For those who raise the flag anyway.

Hedgehog is not giving up. She is reaching out. That is everything.

For the rescuers, the gardeners, and the ones who believe that something struggling is still worth saving.

Bag 3 of 3 — Tortoise's Bag

"The Wisdom Garden"

THE STORY

Tortoise read Hedgehog's letter standing in the tall grass, dandelions nodding all around. He read it once. Then again.

Then he went to find his grandmother.

Grandma Tortoise was already in her armchair — she always is, at this hour, in the corner of the garden where the light falls warmly and the small lamp glows even in the daytime, because some rooms are simply meant to feel like evening. She had the letter and red envelope in her hand, Hedgehog's urgency.

Between them on a wheeled cart: a booked marked WISDOM. Behind her: a cabinet marked SUPPLIES. Both packed. Both waiting — as they always are when someone in the community finally asks.

Grandma Tortoise looked at the letter. Then at the dandelions. Then at her grandson.

The discount plant, she said slowly. Hedgehog chose it because she believed it was worth saving.

Yes, said Tortoise.

Then it will be, said Grandma Tortoise — and she began to open the box.

What is inside? Only Chapter 3 knows.

WHAT YOU'LL SEE

Two tortoises in a sun-warmed garden: the younger one pulling a cart labelled WISDOM toward his grandmother, who sits in a deep brown armchair holding letters, a warm lamp glowing beside her. A steel cabinet marked SUPPLIES stands ready in the tall grass. Dandelions bloom everywhere — determined, yellow, unbothered — and small wildflowers scatter across the green ground.

Painted in warm terracotta, sage, dandelion yellow and deep garden green on natural canvas.

THE HILOM HARANA NOTE

This bag is for the grandmothers. The elders. The ones who already had the supplies packed before you knew you needed them. For everyone who has been the younger tortoise — running to find someone wiser when the problem grows too large to carry alone.

And for anyone who has ever been asked for wisdom, and quietly said: yes. I've been waiting.

For the wisdom-keepers, the grandmothers in spirit, and the ones who believe in being ready before anyone asks.

Collect the Full Chapter

The Keepers of Stories is an ongoing book bag series — each chapter a new collection of three hand-painted bags telling a complete arc of the story. Chapter 1 introduced our three protagonists. Chapter 2 follows the letters. Chapter 3 will reveal what Grandma Tortoise has been quietly preparing.

All bags are one-of-a-kind hand-painted originals. Once gone, they are gone — but the story continues.

hilomharana.com | @hilomharana


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