Mala Shop

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

It's All About Blue—Vintage Glass and Silk!

Pocket Mala with Blue Vintage Glass

36 Beads for Yoga and Meditation

Hand knotted with Love!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Crazy About Wrist Malas, Mala Bracelets, Prostration Malas, and Wrist Mala Prayer Beads

Red Ceramic Wrist Mala with Turquoise Howlite

Green Czech Glass with Shell Guru Bead

What's been happening in your neck of the woods? Keeping up with your wish to meditate now and then? I have found that during the hottest, busiest times, it helps to dive into that peaceful spot of meditation. Once I can get the crazed thoughts to die down (by noticing them briefly but not too intently and refocusing on the breath or an inspiring object, mainly), I find that resting in the true peace of my own nature is the most nourishing feeling.

This is not to say I haven't battled the "thoughts rushing by like water in a waterfall" stage! But on the other side of that lies peace, tranquility, and insight. Not every time—it's always different. But enough that it's rewarding.

This blog entry was supposed to be about showing the bright new wrist malas I've designed; here they are! I was inspired by the summer colors in the garden, of course. The red matches a geranium out there, and the green is late-Summer-lush-green. A new Crayola color!

If you drop by my shop you may see some odd-looking titles for the malas. In order to make it easier for buyers to find what they want, Etsy has shifted to a "relevancy" search. This means that sellers have been frantic to discover what keywords people find them by, and put as many keywords in their titles and tags as possible.

It's a lot of work! But sort of fun, in an experimental writing way.

Rather than creating the poetry of randomness, all these similar words crammed into titles makes for rather Ebay-esque reading. Pop over there, enjoy how easy it is now to find "shea butter" or "spiral silver earrings", and give the sellers some love.

Until next time, enjoy the end of Summer and your own meditations, whatever kind you practice.

Nangka wood wrist mala w green Czech glass

Friday, August 12, 2011

Long Life Wishes From Thumper

Thumper wishes you good health and success with this yummy glass of carrot, celery, and apple juice. Thumper cookie jar *Disney* from the 1940s.

Is juicing really all that good for health? I don't know, but if it gets me to eat more veggies, I'm all for it. It's the most delicious thing ever on an August afternoon.

It replaces that afternoon cup of coffee for me and doesn't interfere with my sleep.

Be well!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Of Butterflies, and Birds That Leave the Nest

Brown Butterfly on Mom's Hat
The little birds, they grow and then they fly off! How true this metaphor has been for our family this week. We drove my eldest away to her college town—such sad, sweet joy to see her embedded in her new town with good friends, about to start at a new school.

I can't help remembering myself at 20 and her as a small child, and as a baby.

I've been at home with the kids since they were born...only working the kind of job that I could do from home. It just wasn't in my nature to go away and leave them. (There were jobs like cake decorating, painting, and copy-editing I could do.) So I don't have the feeling of "where did the time go?" I can see it all on my face and feel it in my bones—every day, every blessed minute with them.

And the blessings have included plenty of us all yelling at each other as well as bonding around a Thursday-night TV lineup. There have also been all the family barbecues with grandparents, some of whom have moved on to other realms, to gardens in the sky.

Today, as I looked out at the sunny garden, I saw a brown butterfly doing loopy circles. One day long ago, two of these brown butterflies landed over and again on my mother's garden hat. I always wondered how a person could be still enough to allow a butterfly to land on them. She was besieged by butterflies that day! Today, I took a stab at trying. I sent love and mantras of "Om Mani Padme Hung" to the butterfly and slowly held out my arm. It landed on it and sat long enough for me to see its tattered wings. So quietly, we sat together, just for a moment.

And then it flew off into the sky.
Everything changes! Best to catch a bit of pleasure and appreciate it while it's near.

Take care,