she carried them in her basket...

 

 Many years ago I was in a little store with my aunt when I came upon a little yellow tin that once held Erinmore Tobacco flakes.  It was a little bit rusty, a little bit scratched and perfect in every way.  As I tried to figure out a use for my found treasure, my aunt exclaimed that it should be my "God Box" and then happily explained its purpose to me.  It was simple; write your prayers on a piece of paper, fold it with love, place it in your pillowcase and let go + let god.

I am not what you would call a religious person, but I do believe in the power of prayer and this little tin has remained a meaningful part of my life.  It comes and goes and I will go months without knowing its whereabouts until I find it nestled between the wall and mattress, dust-covered, but still holding my last note of importance. Over the years, I have filled it with feathers and perfume oil; prayers and fears; letters and wishes and I have never been able to deny the sense of peace that washes over me once I surrender my folded notes to its rusted interior.

Now the only issue with having a tin in one's pillowcase is, well, having a tin in one's pillowcase.  So I came up with a softer solution which may just be to pretty to be stuffed into a pillowcase and may even earn a place of honour on a nightstand or dresser.

Lavender filled prayer pillows will be available in my soon to be re-opened etsy shop because everyone should have one of these pretties.

go gently + be wonderful

e.