Nourishing mama Stacey set off a dazzle fest before I left with these glitter meditation jars for Mia & Isabella, inspired in kind by this article on meditation with the childrens. We practice an outdoor moving meditation here, in the form of feeding, planting, digging + climbing...what we most need now is some support for the physical bickering that happens between a trifecta of testosterone.
There's so many good tricks, right, all of them working in some instances, not others. We've long-loved the multi-cultural, inter-era Tales from the Dragon's Cave, Peacemaking Stories for Everyone. It was obvious that our jars were to be filled with Dragon Water, so they might shake their needs & love into the wands, listen for the dragon wisdom & let the cool weight anchor them before they speak. Of course I have to be there...or for this week, while I'm gathering with these ladies, our 100 Year Promise*Keepers & the Amulet team in Seattle, D needs to be there. The great thing about D is, he's so there. For our boys. For me. For everyone.
Herbmother took the whole concept up three with these Plant Lava Lamps, floating it all in a wisp of glycerine. Ridiculous. I got to hold them all (& her two girls. swoon) the last few days and wow. They are glorious.
Marybeth is going to add real flecks of gold + live rose petals in mineral oil. Waldorfish's Robyn, a sea of tiny pink shells from her Atlantic summer cottage. Danielle, sand + fairy dust. Rachel Ballard : Pyrite (pirate!) dust that she crushes from whole crystals to become gold. Ours: tiny metal beads in 5 tones. Glittered flocking that sometimes looks like cool moss. And mostly looks like mud. We floated it all in a pond of water + dish soap, so nothing clumps or sticks. Otherwise is looks like slough slime. Which is gross. So we did that for awhile. Because lets face it. I am the only human girl around here. The goat-turkey-chicken-kitten-bunny ladies aren't super clean. Clean. Schlean. Life is messy.
Kay. North. Gathering more of this kind of enough.