My name is Wee Pierre. I live in the house with all the bad kitties and the skunky dog and assorted humans. It gets kind of chaotic around the place and often I find I need some quiet time for myself. Lately I've been stressing a lot, and I can't seem to get it under control.
I tried all my usual tricks. Eating all the food so no one else gets any and then barfing it up on the bed. Stealing Dracula's toys. Removing all the Kleenex from the box. Shedding hair on suitcases. But still I feel the pressure building.
So when the human made this necklace and earrings out of moonstones, I knew I needed one.
You see, moonstone is an excellent stone to use in meditation to understand oneself. I needed to understand these feelings I was having, and I needed a way to beat back the panic that was rising in me.
I curled up with my moonstone and starting chanting. "Purr. Purr. Purr. Purr. Purr." I was starting to feel better, but then the dog came and stuck her nose in my room and it came back. "Purr. Purr. Purr."
That's when I remembered: placing moonstone in the moonlight of a moon reaching its fullness can revitalize it. I took my moonstone to the doorway. I'm not allowed outside. I was adopted in Brooklyn, and my human signed a solemn oath so now, even though I live in a house with a fenced yard, I never go out.
I pushed my moonstone out the door and let it sit in the moonlight.
And I kept chanting. "Purr. Purr. Purr."
I even sang that song from "Cats." You know. "Midnight... not a sound from the pavement..." I stopped there. What's pavement?
I stayed there all night, until the moon disappeared from the sky. Then I pulled my moonstone back in the door. I don't think putting one paw outside counts, do you?
I rested my head on my moonstone and meditated deeply. The human came by and laughed because he thought I was sleeping in the doorway. But I was meditating. Really.
And now I feel much better. See?
If you want to meditate better, try this. Oh yeah. Don't go outside.