Calm, Calm, Calm

It has to be something along the lines of yoga.  Or meditation.  Or just plain old fashioned brain washing.  Whatever it is, it works and my mom is, once again, a genius.  

Recognize these kids?  It was a few years ago but Grandma Greta had all three for a week and this is the technique she used to calm them down (or calm herself down!).  She would sit them on the floor, criss cross applesauce, have them close their eyes and repeatedly say out loud “calm” while moving their open palm from the top of their head past their waist.  

Sounds a little new age, right?  And maybe it worked well for her because she is “Grandma!” and viewed as controlling everything from the weather to the food supply – including the availability of ice cream.

But I’m guessing there is a little more to it.  I’m guessing that our soul responds to, even seeks, peace.