The Grandma of All Children – A Mythical Healing Story
Once, in a valley surrounded by high mountains, so high that snow could be seen on their tops all year round, there was a small
Once, in a valley surrounded by high mountains, so high that snow could be seen on their tops all year round, there was a small
Healing stories are magical, and children, teens, parents (and grandparents) love them. Learn how to craft healing stories using oracle/nature card decks.
Many years ago, flowing in the river of time, lived a child. He had no home. He had no adults to take care of him.
Many years ago, flowing in the river of time, there was a huge fire. An enormous fire. Massive and strong. And the wind transferred it
Many years ago, flowing in the river of time, there was a group of children, all living in the same village. They loved playing together,
This story is a healing story about small reminders. The first section (in italics) in this healing story can also be shared with very young
Once, in her small house, a mother was mending some torn clothing for her child. She was tired, her eyes falling shut, but everything had
Once, a giant of light stood above the highest mountain. She held the stars in the palms of her hands. She thought and winked at
Once, by the river of time, sat a little girl. She was dirty and bruised. Tears ran down her cheeks, creating a puddle around her.
Sometimes it is the lights that enter our lives that light the shadow wishing to be healed. Once, beyond time as we know it, a
Next to a soft stream, a Frog jumps by the edge of a forest, calling his pond friends for a story. They all gather. Birds
Our imagination is a powerful healing tool, we can all use. A letter to myself, of how and when I could have used it.
Once upon a time, there was a storyteller. You might laugh, but indeed, this is who he was. Since he was a little boy, he
Mythical Healing Stories – Where do they come from? Read about the connection between shamanic journeying and healing stories and about crafting a healing story for your child.
Once upon a time, along the river of time stood a human. Was he a man? Was she a woman? The edges of her figure
Many years ago, flowing in the river of time, there was a human. He was tall and fairly skinny. His long hair and long beard
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