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Snowman – Playful and wintry - Mini Story

In the snowy yard, a boy built a snowman, complete with a carrot nose and twig arms. His cat, Miko, pounced at falling snowflakes, her tail flicking playfully. As twilight fell, the boy swore the snowman winked at Miko, who purred and nestled by its base, as if guarding a frosty secret.


Healing Properties of Clear Quartz

Clear quartz, often referred to as the "master healer," is one of the most popular and versatile crystals in the realm of spiritual and holistic practices. Its healing properties are believed to be powerful and wide-ranging, making it a staple in crystal healing practices. Here are some of the beliefs associated with clear quartz:

These beliefs stem from various spiritual traditions and are part of the broader practice of crystal healing. While many people report positive effects, it's important to note that these properties are not scientifically proven and should not replace medical treatment.

Clear quartz is considered a versatile crystal and is often associated with all zodiac signs due to its broad range of properties and its ability to amplify energy universally. However, it has particular significance for certain signs:

Fresh snow blanketed the yard as Ethan bundled up, pulling on his woolen mittens and scarf. Outside, the world sparkled, and the crisp air stung his cheeks. It was the perfect day to build a snowman. His cat, Miko, a sleek black feline with a white-tipped tail, darted between his legs as he carried the old wooden sled laden with a bucket, scarf, and an assortment of objects scavenged for the snowman’s face.

“Miko, you’re going to trip me!” Ethan laughed, nudging her gently aside. Undeterred, she bounded into the snow, leaping at the flakes that still drifted lazily from the sky.

Ethan chose the flattest patch of the yard and began rolling a ball of snow. It grew larger as he pushed, crunching the snow beneath until he had a sturdy base. He rolled two smaller balls, stacking them carefully. Miko watched with wide green eyes, occasionally batting at Ethan’s scarf as it trailed on the ground.

"You're more of a snow-cat than I expected," Ethan said, giving her a scratch behind the ears.

The snowman came to life piece by piece. Ethan used a carrot for the nose, two buttons for eyes, and sticks for arms. He wrapped an old red scarf around its neck and adjusted it until it sat just right. Stepping back, he admired his work.

"Not bad, huh, Miko?"

The cat meowed, darting toward the snowman. She crouched low, tail twitching, then leaped at a falling snowflake, landing lightly at the snowman’s base. Ethan chuckled as Miko began circling the snowman, sniffing its base and pawing at the carrot nose, though it was too high to reach.

As the afternoon wore on, the sunlight softened into a golden hue. The snowman cast a long shadow over the yard. Ethan sat on the sled, watching Miko chase her shadow across the snowy expanse. The cold began to seep into his gloves, but he didn’t mind.

Just as the first stars pricked the sky, Ethan turned back to the snowman. He could have sworn something had changed. Its button eyes seemed brighter, almost alive. The twig arms, one of which he’d propped on its "hip" in a jaunty pose, looked like they had shifted slightly.

“Nah, just the light,” Ethan murmured, shaking his head.

Miko, however, wasn’t so sure. She sat at the snowman’s feet, tail curled neatly around her, staring intently at its face. Her ears flicked forward as though she were listening to a sound Ethan couldn’t hear.

Suddenly, the snowman’s right twig arm moved—or at least, that’s what Ethan thought he saw out of the corner of his eye. He whipped his head around, but it was still.

"Miko, you're creeping me out now," Ethan said with a nervous laugh.

The cat ignored him, hopping onto the sled and curling up into a tight ball. Ethan stayed a moment longer, watching the snowman as the sky turned indigo. Finally, he called Miko and trudged back inside, convinced his imagination was playing tricks on him.

That night, Ethan woke to the sound of soft thumps outside. He tiptoed to the window, pulling aside the curtain. Under the moonlight, the snowman stood as he’d left it, but footprints surrounded it—small, almost paw-like prints that led up to the porch.

Miko sat by the door, staring out with her tail flicking. Ethan let her out, and she bolted toward the snowman. He followed cautiously, slippers crunching against the icy snow.

When he reached the snowman, it felt different, as if the air around it hummed with energy. Ethan reached out to touch the carrot nose. It felt warm.

Miko rubbed against his leg, then jumped onto the sled nearby and stared at the snowman. Ethan blinked. For just a second, he could have sworn the snowman smiled.

From that day on, Ethan and Miko visited the snowman every evening, as if drawn to it. And while Ethan never quite solved the mystery of its warmth or the way its expression seemed to shift with each visit, he liked to believe it held a secret meant for them alone—a wintry magic that only the playful and curious could share.


That is it for today...

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