I remember singing out this chant "Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"...I was very young, and remember walking with my cousins Timmy and Jane in the spring in the UK picking 'sticky buds' to bring inside and marvel at the unfurling of the leaves. Yesterday I was very nearly poked in the eye, but my glasses saved me, so I felt I would be protecting other walkers if I picked a few of the offending 'sticks'. I love stones and here my sticks pose, along with a couple of the old lichen covered ones, in a pewter mug along with some of my stones which are just lying around.
Actually I think that words, the wrong ones, really do hurt, they can fester and always leave some sort of scar. Maybe it is because you pick at them!
On a lighter note I noticed this morning that the little cyclamen corms that I planted out, last autumn in a seed tray, are performing really well. Only a couple of years back, they were seed capsules that I scrumped from a cyclamen somewhere or other. I simply scattered the seeds in my gravel garden and they had settled themselves in there throwing up leaves amongst the stones, before I selected a few to go in the seed tray. The leaves are quite varied...but show up the little blooms in the tiny three sided vase very nicely among my stones below my sticks.
I decided to look up a little more about cyclamen, and found that on the cyclamen Society's web page that they are healing after all...
In modern herbals, Cyclamen are described as a 'Self-esteem builder essence', which allows the person to get in touch with their self-esteem and confidence, and In white magic circles, Cyclamen are listed as a plant which brings happiness.
I therefore offer both vases this week. I look forward to seeing what others are posting this week via Cathy's Blog where lions are about to roar! My stones are nowhere near as wonderful as her tiger eye stone.