A dear friend of mine gave me a spirit rattle a few years ago. I tucked it into a favorite hand blown glass bowl along side my collection of heart shaped rocks and other special sight soothers. It rests on a cupboard next to my bedroom door.
Little did I know that it would be the placement by the door that would prove to be most crucial to the power of this little rattle.
More times than I can count I’ve had rough days like today and coming home and heading in to get my slippers, I pick up that little rattle and give it a shake. The sound is a way to shift what is inside my heart out into the world. It feels good to see and touch and listen to something given to me by a friend and remember no matter what, I am loved.