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Glitter Cyclone Healing

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Everyone copes with the sorrows of the world in different ways– for me, I choose to play in what I call “a glitter cyclone,” aka my Magic Treehouse camp.

This week we decorated umbrellas and had a New Orleans parade to jazz music after learning about Louis Armstrong;

sculpted leprechauns and fairies and found sea glass treasures in the trees;

Learned about ancient Egypt and mummies, wrapping each other up in toilet paper (ending class with a riotous to free-for-all-nothing sails through the air as gloriously as an unfurling roll of toilet paper);

Studied ninjas and practiced moving around the school in complete silence and invisibility with lots of gymnastics when passing doorways (confuses the grown-ups);

Made habitats for gorillas with special care for baby gorillas;

And lots of storytelling.

(One of their favorites was my story about the time I babysat a monkey for a week.)

And voila! It worked!

A week of mornings filled with the enchantment of laughter, dance, music, stories, and wide-eyed wonder worked it’s magic.

I am clothed in joy.

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Marci Darling

I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.

Welcome to my World.

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