In our magical house, we reside with a plentiful supply of gnomes, elves, fairies, angels and the odd Borrower.
I homeschool my three children (6,4,2) and we are Steiner-inspired. When I agreed with the universe and myself to undertake this journey, never did I expect it to hold my hand and take me so far into my own soul.
Never did I contemplate what I would get back from this agreement to follow the whisperings of the homeschool breeze...
Never did I imagine the depths of magic it would create in our house or in my heart.
And so. Noah.
He and his story (plus the story's elemental muse) arrived at our house in the heat of summer recently. Hot were the skies and blue was the ocean. Noah and his ark arrived. Now Noah also came this same time last year and brought along an entire ark full of cleansing water. Water which helped me to cleanse my soul and spirit of some nasty-ass resentment. It was as if that story floated in to be received joyfully by my children but to also be joyfully welcomed by my soul.
As we read and read the story over two weeks, it worked it's magic.
The story came alive in our house through games and plays and clay and water and animals and snap games and singing and music. We held it in reverence and I could just imagine the little muse of the story, the guardian of it if you will, gleefully clapping it's hands and then agreeing to let the real magic out of the bag (ark). For all at once, resentments which were so old that I had forgotten about them, burst forth to the surface asking to be washed away. Old hurts and unforgiveness rushed forth to be washed away by some spiritual rain. And you know what, when that story packed up and left, I was different.
I had offered up some nasty feelings to be washed away.
I wasn't quite sure how it was going to work but it did. It's not finished yet by any means, this is a lifetimes work indeed, but like the layers of an onion, that layer of hurt was peeled away and discarded. I felt better for it. Marvellous in fact. Not finished but on the way to letting go of the mud in my world. And you know that Noah just trusts and has faith that the universe will not forget him on his lonely boat in the big wide ocean, that is precisely what we learned from that story. And now, a year later and another cycle of life gone past, Noah is back. He and his Ark arrived last week and already I can feel the stirrings of my soul offering up those muddy feelings to the soft rain of the universe. I wonder what else is to come....