05/26/2026
I’m almost always creating in groups of nine when I craft rattles. No idea why. It just happens that way. Nine is the final single digit number. Completions.
Yet the lives of these rattles has just begun.
My role though, is complete. Prayers have been made. Honor and respect paid. Time taken to do this, their creation, in a good way. I’ve done my best to be a good human.
The voices of these rattles striking at least one chakra in the body. Mine. And I am the same as you. Somewhere. Sometime. Somehow.
Their weight in harmony with their voice.
Made with love and gratitude.
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