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Unknown Speaker 1
When we decided to start selling merch on our wind down box, we knew we needed a behind the scenes partner to make it successful. For big companies like Aloe or Magic Spoon that have healthy sales, an attractive.
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Catherine Nicolai
Brand and good marketing, you might not.
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Realize that a big part of their success is actually the business behind the.
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Business that is making selling simple for.
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Unknown Speaker 1
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Catherine Nicolai
If you're listening, you know self care is vital for overall wellness, but it can be hard to prioritize yourself and ask for what you need. If you're a veteran going through a tough time, there are people who want to listen and help with no pressure or judgment. Dial 988 then press 1 chat@VeteransCrisisLine.net or text 838255 to reach the Veterans Crisis line. Responders are ready to support you no matter what you're going through.
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Unknown Speaker 3
Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone in.
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Unknown Speaker 1
Which Nothing Much Happens.
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Unknown Speaker 3
You feel good and then you fall asleep.
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Catherine Nicolai
I'm Catherine Nicolai.
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Unknown Speaker 3
I write and read all the stories you'll hear on Nothing Much Happens. Audio engineering is by Bob Wittersheim. Before we start the show we are very excited to announce that we have been nominated in the Signal Awards for Best Bedtime Podcast. There is a link in our show notes and voting is only open until October 17th so if you'd take a sec to click over there and vote for us we would so appreciate it. And if we win, I'll cook up something special for all you sleepyheads. I can't give you the recipe to Chef's Coffee Cake. I've been sworn to secrecy, but I'll think of something and I'll share it.
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We give to a different charity each week and this week we are giving to Peaceful Valley Donkey Rescue, providing a safe and loving environment to domestic donkeys. Learn more in our Show Notes.
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Thank you for listening and for sharing.
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What we do with others, for leaving.
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A kind review or rating, and of course, for subscribing.
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Our show is not made by AI. It has to be written, recorded, edited and published. And we do it all with our hearts, but we just wouldn't be able to without premium subscribers.
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If you've been thinking about it, well.
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Unknown Speaker 2
This is a great time. For about a dime a day, you get our full catalog of this show and stories from the Village of Nothing Much ad free. You also get over 30 bonus stories and our extra long episodes. Our Latest is over 9 hours. To see you cozily through the night, subscribe@nothingmuchappens.com or through the link in our Show Notes.
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Unknown Speaker 3
Now I have a story to tell.
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Unknown Speaker 2
You, and just by listening, we'll condition you to be a better sleeper. It may take a bit of practice, but soon you'll fall asleep within minutes and return to sleep in seconds. I'll tell the story twice and I'll.
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Unknown Speaker 3
Go a little slower the second time through. If you wake again in the night.
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Unknown Speaker 2
Please don't hesitate to turn an episode back on. You'll drift right back off. Our story tonight is called Crows and.
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Unknown Speaker 3
Candles, and it is the next in.
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Unknown Speaker 2
This month's special Halloween episodes. While it isn't at all a scary.
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Story, it is meant to be a.
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Unknown Speaker 2
Bit of balm for those who are grieving. And if that feels too heavy for tonight, that's understandable. Might I recommend the Leaf House from a week and a half ago? It's in your queue. Tonight's story is about a walk on a misty day and a place at the bottom of the hill where the gate squeaks when you push it open. It's also about rosemary and gifts brought by birds, the magic of speaking the names of those we love, and a choice to make friends wherever you go.
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Catherine Nicolai
If you're listening, you know self care is vital for overall wellness, but it can be hard to prioritize yourself and ask for what you need. If you're a veteran going through a tough time, there are people who want to listen and help with no pressure or judgment. Dial 988, then press 1 chat@Veterans Crisis Line.net or text 838255 to reach the Veterans Crisis line. Responders are ready to support you no matter what you're going through.
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Unknown Speaker 1
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Unknown Speaker 2
Okay, get comfortable my dears.
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Unknown Speaker 3
Tuck yourself in with care.
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Unknown Speaker 2
The right pillow in the right spot, muscles softening and relaxing. Mind getting quieter. The day is done and you have done enough in it. It is enough. Now breathe in through your nose and.
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Sigh from your mouth once more.
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Unknown Speaker 2
Inhale.
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And exhale. Good.
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Unknown Speaker 2
Crows and candles Last autumn was my first in the circle, and autumn is a very special time of the year for us. Yes, it is when the veil grows thin and our talents shine bright, when we follow the lead of the seasons and retreat a bit, spending more time with our thoughts and preparing for the long dark winter. But most specially, it is the time we make our plans for caretaking our little village. And here is a secret you might not know about. Service. Once you start giving to others, you will begin to crave it. It becomes a gift. You want as much for yourself as for them. I dare you to try it. The next time you are out on a street in your own village, look for one or two ways to make things better, kinder, easier, and see how it fills your cup. See how you begin to look for more to do and help with, because kindness begets kindness. I had a memory of being very young, five or six, running errands with my mother, and before we went into some shop or market, her whispering to me, an idea, let's make everyone we meet our friend. Her eyes had sparkled as she'd said it and I'd giggled as I watched her do it. Each clerk and fellow shopper was won over by her genuine warmth and cordiality. I was thinking of this as I stepped out of my door today. I live in a small apartment in downtown, an old brick building with a flower shop on the ground floor around the corner from the record store. Mist hung over the village as I began to walk, so that when I looked up and down Main street both ends were shrouded and I imagined us in an autumn snow globe, as if the world stopped where the mist stood and falling snowflakes were replaced with millions of red and orange and yellow leaves. I smiled and pulled my hood over my head to keep out the chill. I had a bit of a walk ahead of me last autumn. The circle had been busy. We'd done a few simple spells to keep Jack O lanterns burning on Halloween. We'd relocated a cloud of bats from a busy barn at Weathervane Farm to an abandoned silo out past the state road, and I was proud to say we'd worked on a project I'd pioneered to clean gravestones at the cemetery. Some of that was done with magic cleaning potions and spells to convince vines to grow away from the stones, and some with old fashioned elbow grease. I'd volunteered to maintain the work we'd done to keep things clear and dignified for those resting there, and that was my errand today. I'd refresh the wards that kept away the lichen, graffiti, and litter and bring some light to the dark corners of the place, and I was hoping I might see some friends while I worked. All of us in the circle have their own kind of skill, and mine is an affinity with animals. When I look back on it, I realize they have sought me out my whole life, even before that evening when the moon had shone on me and I found myself at the kurios shop stepping fully into the circle and who I am. Cats and dogs, birds and crickets, butterflies and horses, all sorts that crawled and swam. They would find me whenever I was near and seemed to be happy and at ease in my company. I certainly was in theirs. And while it isn't exactly like speaking, not like you and I could do with each other, I can talk to them and they to me. It is more in knowing how they feel, what they need.
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Unknown Speaker 1
What they're looking.
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For or wanting, and if possible, I try to give it to help where I can. The mist moved out in front of me. We were not, in fact in a snow globe, and the road kept going out past the train station and down a small hill till it came to the iron gate of the cemetery. When I pushed it open, I noticed the gravel underfoot had been washed into a heap after the rainstorms a while back and the gate stuck on it before I'd have pushed and stomped and dug with the heel of my shoe to shift it, but now I recognized this was a moment to practice my skills. I looked at the ruts and strata in the ground and brought my hands together in front of me, rubbing them back and forth and building heat between them as I focused my attention. There are lots of ways to work.
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Unknown Speaker 3
But.
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Unknown Speaker 2
This technique, which I'd learned from the curious shop owner, worked a treat for me. When my palms were warm and staticky, I stretched them out to the uneven earth and stuck gate and suggested rather strongly that they sort themselves out. It started with just a thin train of pebbles and dust rolling away from the place where the gate was wedged into the gravel. Then it picked up its pace, the ground sifting until the ruts were filled and the high spots low and even again. I put my hands on my hips as the dust settled and listened to the creak of the gate as it swung freely now from its hinges. Done and dusted, I said to myself and stepped through, heading down the nearest path to check on the wards and spells we'd set. I'd brought with me in my bag a dozen tea light candles, a jar of dried rose petals, a bunch of fresh rosemary tied with a string, and a container of large unsalted cashews. You might think one of those things is not like the others, and you would be right. The first three were for the dearly departed, and the last was why I was the best witch for this particular job. I started with the candles, setting them strategically on particular graves, people we'd identified as being healers themselves in their time, storytellers, or the ones who, while alive, were the glue that held a family together, the light of many lives, the life of the party. These spirits helped keep our protective spells strong as their own flames fed ours. The rose petals and rosemary sprigs were drawled out around and on top of graves to spread love and remembrance among those who might feel forgotten. As I lit the candles and spread the petals, I said the names on the graves. This itself is a kind of magic, to say the names of the ones we've lost and remember them and keeps them with us. Finally, I took the container of cashews from my bag and opened it in a clearing in the center of the graveyard. When I looked up into the branches above me, I saw that they were suddenly full of crows. I smiled up at them and in my way called to them whoever had named them. A murder of crows, an unkindness of Ravenswell. They weren't able to speak to these lovely birds. I call them a circle, just like our group at the curios shop, a circle of guardians who helped me take care of this place. I sat on the stone bench and the circle sat around me, some on my shoulders and knees, some at my feet, and we chatted for a bit. I brought them their favorite snack, and after they'd eaten, some returned with small gifts, an old 50 cent piece, a single pearl earring, a small rusted key. I asked them to offer comfort and solace to people who came here, the company, to those that stayed under the soil, and they promised to do their best. I tipped the rest of the nuts out onto the bench and rose to go. As I walked the path back to the gate, I could see the lit candles shining through the mist and smell the rosemary on my hands. Make friends, she'd said. I felt I had the gate swung smoothly open as I approached. I went through and turned back toward home. Crows and Candles Last autumn was my first in the circle. An autumn is a very special time of the year for us. Yes, it is, when the veil grows thin and our talents shine bright, when we follow the lead of the seasons and retreat a bit, spending more time with our thoughts and preparing for the long dark winter. But most specially it is the time we make our plans for caretaking our little village. And here is a secret you might not know about service. Once you start giving to others, you begin to crave it. It becomes a gift you want as much for yourself as for them. I dare you to try it. The next time you are out on a street in your own village, look for one or two ways to make things better, kinder, easier, and see how it fills your cup. See how you begin to look for more to do and help with. Because kindness begets kindness. I had a memory of being very young, five or six, running errands with my mother, and before we went into some shop or market, her whispering to me, an idea, let's make everyone we meet our friend. Her eyes had sparkled as she said it, and I giggled as I watched her do it. Each clerk and fellow shopper was won over by her genuine warmth and cordiality. I was thinking of this as I stepped out of my door today. I live in a small apartment in downtown, an old brick building with a flower shop on the ground floor around the corner from the record store. Mist hung over the village as I began to walk, so that when I looked up and down the main street, both ends were shrouded. When I imagined us in an autumn snow globe, as if the world stopped where the mist stood and falling snowflakes were replaced with millions of red and orange and yellow leaves. I smiled and pulled my hood over my head to keep out the chill. I had a bit of a walk ahead of me last autumn. The circle had been busy. We'd done a few simple spells to keep Jack O lanterns burning on Halloween. We'd relocated a cloud of bats from a busy barn at Weathervane Farm to an abandoned silo out past the state road, and I was proud to say we'd worked on a project I'd pioneered to clean gravestones at the cemetery. Some of that was done with magic cleaning potions and spells to convince vines to grow away from the stones, but some with old fashioned elbow grease. I'd volunteered to maintain the work we'd done to keep things clear and dignified for those resting there, and that was my errand today. I'd refresh the wards that kept away lichen, graffiti, and litter and bring some light to the dark corners of the place, and I was hoping I might see some friends while I worked. All of us in the circle have their own kind of skill, and mine is an affinity with animals. When I look back on it, I realize they have sought me out all my life. Even before that evening when the moon had shone on me and I'd found myself at the kurios shop stepping fully into the circle on who I am. Cats and dogs, birds and crickets, butterflies and horses and all sorts that crawled and swam. They would find me whenever I was near and seemed to be happy and at ease in my company, I certainly was in theirs. And while it isn't exactly like speaking, not like you and I could do, I can talk to them and they to me it is more a knowing how they feel, what they need, what they are looking for or wanting, and if possible I try to give it to help where I can. The mist moved out in front of me. We were not, in fact, in a snow globe. The road kept going out past the train station and down a small hill till it came to the iron gate of the cemetery. When I pushed it open I noticed that the gravel underfoot had been washed into a heap after the rainstorms a while back and the gate stuck on it. Before I'd have pushed and stomped, dug with the heel of my shoe to shift it, but now I recognized this was a moment to practice my skills. I looked at the ruts and strata in the ground, brought my hands together in front of me, rubbing them back and forth, building heat between them as I focused my attention. There are lots of ways to work, but this technique, which I'd learned from the curious shop owner, worked a treat for me. When my palms were warm and staticky, I stretched them out to the uneven earth and stuck gate and suggested rather strongly that they sort themselves out. It started with just a thin train of pebbles and dust rolling away from the place where the gate was wedged into the gravel. Then it picked up its pace, the ground shifting until the ruts were filled and the high spots low and even again.
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Unknown Speaker 3
I put my hands on my hips as the dust settled and listened to the creak of the gate as it swung freely now from its hinges. Done and dusted, I said to myself and stepped through, heading down the nearest path to check on the wards and the spells we'd set and brought with me in my bag a dozen tea light candles, a jar of dried rose petals, a bunch of fresh rosemary tied with the string, and a container of large unsalted cashews. You might think one of those things is not like the others, and you would be right.
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Unknown Speaker 2
The first three were for the dearly.
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Unknown Speaker 3
Departed, and the last one was why I was the best witch for this particular job. I started with the candles, setting them strategically on particular graves, people we'd identified as being healers themselves in their time.
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Unknown Speaker 2
Storytellers.
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Unknown Speaker 3
Were the ones who, while they were alive, were the glue that held a family together, the light of many lives, the life of the party. These spirits helped keep our protective spells strong as their own flames fed ours. The rose petals and rosemary sprigs were doled out around and on top of other graves to spread love and remembrance among those who might feel forgotten. As I lit the candles and spread the petals, I said the names on the graves. This itself is a kind of magic, to say the names of the ones we've lost and remember them. It keeps them with us. Finally, I took the container of cashews from my bag and opened it in a clearing in the center of the graveyard. When I looked up into the branches above me, I saw that they were suddenly full of crows. I smiled up at them and in my way called them to me. Whoever had called them a murder of crows, an unkindness of ravens.
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Unknown Speaker 2
Well, they.
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Unknown Speaker 3
Weren'T able to speak to these lovely birds. I call them a circle, just like.
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Unknown Speaker 2
Our group at the Kyrios shop.
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Unknown Speaker 3
A circle of guardians who help me take care of this place. I sat on a stone bench and the circle sat around me, some on my shoulders and knees, some at my feet, and we chatted for a bit. I brought them their favorite snack, and after they'd eaten, some returned with small gifts, an old 50 cent piece, a single pearl earring, a small rusted key. I asked them to offer comfort and solace to people who came here, and company to those that stayed under the soil when they promised to do their best. I tipped the rest of the nuts out onto the bench and rose to go. As I walked the path back to the gate, I could see the lit candles shining through the mist and smell the rosemary on my hands. Make friends, she'd said. I felt I had the gate swung smoothly open as I approached, and I went through and turned back toward home. Sweet dreams.