|Posted by charoite on April 10, 2012 at 11:10 AM|
Charoite is a stone of transformation as well as a stone of power.
Charoite is said to transform negative emotions such as fear and anger into positive feelings. To help you appreciate the present moment and to put things into perspective.
The kennel name I chose a good few years ago still feels right (and no, it still isn’t Chariot!). Especially when annoyed or upset by someone invariably human, I come home to have my own little Charoites work their fuzzy magick on my mood.
People sometimes make me want to scream but I can’t help but laugh when the dogs are naughty or stubborn or silly or do something random and destructive. Even when Brew decorates the freshly clean worktops in the kitchen with a full set of muddy paw prints (just because he can) or someone unstuffs the one remaining sofa cushion and sits there like it has nothing whatsoever to do with them in spite of having a bit of white filling stuck on their nose.
That’s the transformation part. The power comes when the Charoites are in harness. Sweet mummy’s boys like Brew or Pyewacket who thrive on snuggles and live to get their turn on the bed, changed into rock-solid walls of forward motion and adrenaline.
A piece of Charoite, something precious from Siberia. Bit like us, really.
And like a beautiful piece of stone, there is also something incredibly hard about these dogs. They have no qualms about killing, taking apart and usually eating anything that flies, creeps, hops or scurries into the garden that hasn’t read the important chapter on Survival of the Fittest. Doesn’t matter how cute or possibly endangered you are, if you look like you might be food, then it’s curtains for you. And the most submissive member of the gang isn’t going to hand your remains over to the big boys or girls either. In the world of my huskies, possession rules.
This hardness comes out in other ways too. Mojo has clearly been harbouring a broken molar for ages, judging by the state of it upon extraction. It was only when the pain must’ve become intolerable that she showed any sign at all of anything being wrong. Then I thought she was dying. I’ve never seen a dog lose her sparkle so quickly but joyfully I’ve never seen one get it back so quickly (following the dental work) either.
She may be down a good few teeth these days, but Mojo is feeling much more like her old self. Spook, you’d better watch out as Mojo is After You and we can confirm that The Werewolf is Back in the Kitchen!