things.
I didn’t need the natural healing effects that these gemstones provided. I could clear away my own negative energy, after all—unless I got myself really worked up. But I liked using them. It made me feel more connected to nature, something really important to a Healer. I often made jewelry from them, usually a pendant suspended from a leather cord.
Laying back on the pillows, I clutched the black tourmaline in my hand, and between the soothing tourmaline energy and the Valerian tea I’d consumed, soon I was fast asleep.
----
I woke up Sunday morning with a stiff neck, having slept all night fully-clothed in a semi-upright position. I stretched and rotated my neck, then held my hand there for a few minutes to heal the soreness. I savored the warm sensation on my neck, and the tingles in my hand. When I was done, I got up to take a shower.
Mom checked in with me after I’d showered and changed. “Try to get some reading done today before you get started on anything else.”
“It’s Sunday.”
Mom gave me a look.
“Okay, Mom. I’ll start in a minute.”
She left, and I picked up the copy of “Pride and Prejudice” I was working on. Since we did the “unschooling” thing, a free-choice version of homeschooling, we didn’t have a strict schedule for school or any real curriculum. That also meant that my complaints about it being the weekend didn’t hold much water. There were plenty of times that we took a day off from our studies during the week, and studied on the weekend, instead.
I didn’t know how most kids could sit in a hard chair all day and learn anything—I’d die of boredom. Our studies were mostly self-directed, so we learned about subjects that interested us the most. Meadow loved art and literature, River enjoyed astronomy and animal husbandry, and I preferred Earth sciences, biology, and creative writing. Of course, we learned all the basics too, and those were pretty cool, since Mom let us mostly choose which books to read, and growing up she let us choose which math books and games she ordered. Although once I got past geometry, I found math a chore.
Mostly we did school around my mother’s work schedule and at whatever time of day we preferred to do it. For River, that was mornings. He liked to save his afternoons for his beekeeping and working with the goats, and his evenings for time with Dad, working on whatever projects needed to be done, like repairing the fencing or building a new hay crib.
I preferred to stay up late reading or writing, then sleep in until at least ten. Then I’d get up, read for a while, and get ready for the day. After collecting the eggs and checking to make sure the chickens’ feeders and waterers were good to go, I’d hit the books for the afternoon, then go for a walk before dinner. Meadow’s schedule had changed since she started college. She was hardly home, spending most of her time with friends or at school. She promised to come home on weekends, but most the time I slept alone in the room that we shared. I guess college life was a lot more exciting than life at home.
I hated that she was gone so much. It made it lonely at home. We used to be on the same schedule and do everything together, but I consoled myself that at least I saw her sometimes. Meadow had spent a full year backpacking across Europe after graduation, instead of starting school right away. It had been a long year while she was gone, and during her time away, she’d changed a lot. We weren’t as close as we’d been before, and that was hard on me.
It’s not like I didn’t have friends. And since I had a license, I could borrow my mom’s car and go see them whenever I wanted. I mostly hung out with other unschoolers, so I didn’t have to worry about interrupting a family’s rigid homeschooling schedule. But I liked staying at home, spending time on our twenty acres with the animals, picking wildflowers and gathering wild herbs. Mom used them to make
I didn’t need the natural healing effects that these gemstones provided. I could clear away my own negative energy, after all—unless I got myself really worked up. But I liked using them. It made me feel more connected to nature, something really important to a Healer. I often made jewelry from them, usually a pendant suspended from a leather cord.
Laying back on the pillows, I clutched the black tourmaline in my hand, and between the soothing tourmaline energy and the Valerian tea I’d consumed, soon I was fast asleep.
----
I woke up Sunday morning with a stiff neck, having slept all night fully-clothed in a semi-upright position. I stretched and rotated my neck, then held my hand there for a few minutes to heal the soreness. I savored the warm sensation on my neck, and the tingles in my hand. When I was done, I got up to take a shower.
Mom checked in with me after I’d showered and changed. “Try to get some reading done today before you get started on anything else.”
“It’s Sunday.”
Mom gave me a look.
“Okay, Mom. I’ll start in a minute.”
She left, and I picked up the copy of “Pride and Prejudice” I was working on. Since we did the “unschooling” thing, a free-choice version of homeschooling, we didn’t have a strict schedule for school or any real curriculum. That also meant that my complaints about it being the weekend didn’t hold much water. There were plenty of times that we took a day off from our studies during the week, and studied on the weekend, instead.
I didn’t know how most kids could sit in a hard chair all day and learn anything—I’d die of boredom. Our studies were mostly self-directed, so we learned about subjects that interested us the most. Meadow loved art and literature, River enjoyed astronomy and animal husbandry, and I preferred Earth sciences, biology, and creative writing. Of course, we learned all the basics too, and those were pretty cool, since Mom let us mostly choose which books to read, and growing up she let us choose which math books and games she ordered. Although once I got past geometry, I found math a chore.
Mostly we did school around my mother’s work schedule and at whatever time of day we preferred to do it. For River, that was mornings. He liked to save his afternoons for his beekeeping and working with the goats, and his evenings for time with Dad, working on whatever projects needed to be done, like repairing the fencing or building a new hay crib.
I preferred to stay up late reading or writing, then sleep in until at least ten. Then I’d get up, read for a while, and get ready for the day. After collecting the eggs and checking to make sure the chickens’ feeders and waterers were good to go, I’d hit the books for the afternoon, then go for a walk before dinner. Meadow’s schedule had changed since she started college. She was hardly home, spending most of her time with friends or at school. She promised to come home on weekends, but most the time I slept alone in the room that we shared. I guess college life was a lot more exciting than life at home.
I hated that she was gone so much. It made it lonely at home. We used to be on the same schedule and do everything together, but I consoled myself that at least I saw her sometimes. Meadow had spent a full year backpacking across Europe after graduation, instead of starting school right away. It had been a long year while she was gone, and during her time away, she’d changed a lot. We weren’t as close as we’d been before, and that was hard on me.
It’s not like I didn’t have friends. And since I had a license, I could borrow my mom’s car and go see them whenever I wanted. I mostly hung out with other unschoolers, so I didn’t have to worry about interrupting a family’s rigid homeschooling schedule. But I liked staying at home, spending time on our twenty acres with the animals, picking wildflowers and gathering wild herbs. Mom used them to make
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