Healing tales.
Fairy tales, used since ancient times as an educational tool, avoid moralizing, but present a person with several alternative models of behavior and reinforce moral values.
The impact of a fairy tale is very deep, as it touches the deep, unconscious layers of the psyche. In addition, a fairy tale allows an adult to somehow “magically” find himself in the world of a child. The thing is. that children are characterized by a mythological worldview in which the whole world is animated and wonderful. Adults mostly think logically. But. Living by logic alone, a person loses touch with his nature, part of his vital energy. Being a storehouse of folk wisdom that has managed to combine logic and feelings, a fairy tale helps restore your inner balance. Being a connecting thread between adults and children, a fairy tale connects the logic of adults and children's emotions into a single whole. This presupposes further development of both the adult and the child. How often do people, growing up, forget that they were once small. Trying to give their children more knowledge by teaching in prestigious schools, many parents do not attach much importance, and maybe; they don't even know about it. that the main activity of a preschool child is PLAY. They leave their child alone with himself in his “magical” but defenseless world, suppressing what is most dear to him - a feeling of security, confidence in support, love, and involvement in his interests.
Thus, parents lose the guarantee of a close relationship with their child in the future. After all, such relationships grow from joint activities united by common interests, emotions, and mutual understanding. If your adult child is not close enough to you, it’s worth thinking about: have you always felt what the child’s need was at every moment of his growing up? Did you often play with him, read fairy tales to him when he was little?
Meditative fairy tale for pregnant women
This tale can be read in the process of psychodynamic meditation on living the embryonic experience and the birth process. A mother can read it to her child before bed in response to the question: “Tell me how I was little.”
About a little lump...
Once upon a time there lived a little fluffy ball. He was very small, warm and surprisingly pretty. He lived in a cozy, warm little hole, where he felt comfortable and calm. He woke up, ate, played, tumbled, fell asleep again and woke up again. Sometimes the lump just lay in its hole and listened to the sounds coming from outside. These sounds were familiar and pleasant. They fascinated the Kid and were so close. He heard the sound of water, the flow and babbling of streams, rhythmic tapping. And sometimes from afar he heard a barely audible gentle voice, like the ringing of a silver bell. But as time passed, the little lump grew and it began to feel a little cramped in its cozy hole; it could no longer tumble as freely as before. Now, in addition to familiar, familiar sounds, new, unfamiliar ones began to penetrate into the hole. They were strange, wonderful and extraordinarily diverse. Some sounds were especially pleasant. And the lump listened to them for a long time, holding his breath. But there were also not very pleasant sounds, and then the lump tossed and turned, trying to plug its ears, or knocked on the walls of its hole, wanting to stop these sounds. But as soon as he knocked, he heard that gentle, pleasant voice again. Now it sounded louder and clearer. And the lump immediately calmed down. Some more time passed, the lump became quite large, and, of course, it no longer fit at all in its small hole. Now every day he heard many different sounds coming from outside. He's used to a lot of things. And he became very interested in what was there, behind the walls of his hole? He really wanted to look at the one who had such a wonderful silver voice. But as soon as the baby approached the door of his hole, he became scared and did not dare to go out. And one fine day the Good Fairy appeared to the baby. She took his hand and said: “Have you grown up and want to get out of your hole?” I can accompany you. You feel that the path ahead will not be easy. But I will always be with you and help you. The world you will enter will not be as cozy and calm as your mink. It is big, filled with different sounds, colors, smells, tastes and sensations. And when you grow up, you will have friends. You will learn everything you want and see a lot of amazing things!.. Well, are you ready? The lump's heart began to pound, he firmly grabbed the Fairy's warm hand, opened the hole door, and, inhaling more air, took a step outside... A huge and beautiful world accepted him, and the wonderful trills of a silver bell voice filled him with joy. The baby felt loved and desired...
Meditative tale for falling asleep “The Gnome”
Slowly the light goes away. Stars light up in the dark sky. There are many, many of them. But only one shines so brightly and tenderly for you. After all, every person has their own star. You have it too. A little Dwarf lives on it. This is your Gnome. He has kind eyes and gentle little hands. White beard, and a cap on his head. Blue, pink, yellow... There are as many colors as there are stars in the sky. At the end of the cap is a tiny silver bell. The blouse is belted with a strap and shimmers with mysterious moonlight. And on her feet are shoes with golden bows. You go to bed. The head touches the pillow, and your star extends its rays to you. This is a star staircase along which your Dwarf is hurrying towards you. Do you hear? Top-top-top... This is the Dwarf hurrying towards you along the starry ladder. And his shoes bring you sleep, turning your pillow into a white soft cloud. It gently rocks you on the rays of your star. The Dwarf's small hands gently stroke your head, eyes, eyelids. He loves you, all night long he quietly whispers good stories in your ear. Quietly, quietly. Only for you. After all, this is your Gnome. He tells how during the day your star bathes in the golden rays of the good Sun. What magical flowers grow in his starry garden, how many sunbeams run across their petals. What fabulous songs are sung by his friends - the birds. With what love and care he looks after you all day! And how patiently he waits for the evening to come down to you from the star, to hear your breath, to feel the warmth of your skin... And to talk, to talk to you... And in the morning, when the star hides in the magic threads of the sun, only the quiet ringing of a silver bell will tell you: “I’m here, I’m waiting for you, I’m keeping you, I love you.”
"Butterfly"
In a distant magical land, where there are many bright fragrant flowers, where the sun shines, a light breeze blows, and where the sky is always blue, there lived a Butterfly. Bright and beautiful. The people of this country loved her very much and were always happy to see her. But just recently, she was a big shaggy caterpillar and lived on a tall old tree. The caterpillar had many legs, but it could not crawl far. And she so wanted to see the whole world! Find out how they live over the mountains, far from their magical country. Both in fairyland and in life, many caterpillars turn into pupae. Our caterpillar also turned into a chrysalis. Lying in a cocoon, she dreamed of seeing the world. And very soon her dreams came true, she turned into a beautiful Butterfly. Now she could fly high, high and see much more than before. She often saw a rainbow in the sky, and they became friends. And so, one day, having said goodbye to the inhabitants of a magical land, the Butterfly went on a journey.
Meditative story for children before bed
This meditative story was invented without a plot as such, so that the child’s mental activity would rest, and only the imagination would work. To do this, turn on low, calm music and it is better if the one who puts the child to bed lies down next to him and slowly, with pauses, begins to talk in a quiet voice. Let's dream up a little together. To do this you need to close your eyes. Closed? Now let’s imagine that we are not lying in bed, but on a white cloud. It is very soft, gentle and rocks us slightly. There are many stars in the sky. They sing to us their favorite melodies and illuminate the blue transparent river with their radiance. The fish splashed and played in it all day, but now they are tired and swim to rest. Their eyes close. They fall asleep right on the shells. A bird flies over the river. She looks into the water and sees a sleepy kingdom at the bottom. The bird also yawns and flies to sleep in its warm, cozy nest. The sound of the wind subsides, the stream stops babbling. There are no more waves on the river. She became quiet and calm. Along with the river, the forest also fell asleep. All his animals hid in their holes, because they, like birds and fish, need to gain fresh strength before the morning, and sleep gives this strength. Fish and animals love to dream. That's why they fall asleep before everyone else. When people fall asleep, they dream of something interesting and magical. In a dream, many secrets and mysteries are revealed. And the faster you fall asleep, the more interesting things you will see in your dreams. The cloud slowly lowers you into bed, wishes you good night and also falls asleep. The sun is sleeping too. It will wake up only in the morning and wake you up with its warm rays. Only the moon does not sleep. She tells fairy tales to everyone sleeping. When you fall asleep, the moon will tell you a story too. I will also go to sleep and dream, and tomorrow I will tell you what I dreamed. Sleep well, baby. Sweet dreams to you.
Meditative fairy tale
Today we are going back to a fairy tale. Imagine that you find yourself in a magical land. You lie in a magical clearing and see a high, clear blue sky above you, hear birds singing and trees talking, and a stream babbling. You feel the aroma of ripe strawberries or freshly baked bread nearby, which comes from the hut of the Sorceress who lives on the edge of the forest, reach out, pick and put a large aromatic berry in your mouth and feel the sweetness of ripe strawberries, while the silky young grass gently tickles our hands, feet, face. You feel light, warm and pleasant. You close your eyes and fall asleep. And you have wonderful dreams. Good night.
Material prepared by: educational psychologist Ilia Iskhakovna Kamaleva
Essay on the topic Health
Each person has his own values. For example, for a child it could be a favorite fancy toy, for a girl it could be love, for a mother it could be her child, and for an elderly person it could be health.
Of course, for grandparents who have seen and experienced a lot in life and have acquired a whole host of chronic diseases, health will come first.
Of course, upon reflection, you can understand that there is nothing more important than being healthy. After all, you can be a billionaire, have enormous power and influence, have many loyal and reliable friends and a loved one nearby, but unfortunately, this does not guarantee a long and carefree life. When a person is healthy, he has the opportunity to enjoy every day, without looking at wealth, status in society and work.
They say that if a person is healthy, then the rest of the blessings of life will follow. This is true. Everything can be fixed when we have vitality and opportunity. After all, you can get a higher-paying job, meet your love, take up your favorite hobby.
If there is no health and a person has a serious illness, then nothing makes him happy. Familiar things do not bring him happiness, and even the joy of other people irritates him. It is difficult to enjoy life when an illness constantly makes itself felt and interferes with activity and a full-fledged existence.
Health is the foundation on which a person’s entire existence is based. For a healthy person, absolutely all roads are open; you just need to put in a little effort and skill. Not problems that cannot be solved.
Everyone has dark streaks in life when nothing makes them happy, but sooner or later they are replaced by white ones. Health is a tool with which you can achieve a lot in life; it is like a key that opens all the doors to a happy and prosperous life.
In order not to get sick and always remain cheerful and full of strength, you need to carefully monitor your health: periodically check in medical institutions, do not get involved in bad habits, try to eat right, play sports and try to get more rest when the opportunity arises.
Good health is the key to success, prosperity and happiness.
"Blue Tale"
Topic: stubbornness.
Once upon a time there lived a Stubborn Donkey. He was blue from stubbornness. It's the same as the sea or the sky. And because of his stubbornness, he had purple bangs on his forehead, covering his stubborn eyes. The stubborn Donkey started in the morning: either he didn’t want to get up, or he didn’t want to sleep. Either I didn’t want to eat porridge, or drink compote, or I didn’t want to put on mittens, or I didn’t want to sing or build a castle, it doesn’t matter! He didn’t care whether it was snowing or raining, it didn’t matter whether it was winter or summer, it didn’t matter whether he was alone or with someone. The only thing he was not indifferent to was the color blue. And if Donkey noticed that his bangs had faded and he himself had become lighter, he immediately increased his stubbornness: he stood in the middle of the room and was stubborn all day. Everyone around was tired of this, but no. And by the end of the day, the bangs turned black and purple, and the body shone blue. The donkey calmed down and admired its bright colors for a long time; he imagined himself as a large and strong whale swimming in the blue sea. - Donkey, it's time to sleep. - Mom said. - Donkey, have you brushed your teeth? - Dad asked. But the donkey did not hear anyone, but saw only his own sea. - How tired everyone is. - he thought. - If only I could live in the sea and be always blue - blue. "What to do? - Mom and Dad thought. “We have to save the baby somehow!” And they went to a sorceress to ask for advice! And that sorceress was old, old, wise, wise. She looked at mom and dad, shook her head and handed them a large, heavy bucket. Mom and Dad looked there, and there was blue paint. — Paint everything cool blue. - said the sorceress. - And let whales and dolphins live there! And she disappeared with these words. All day long mom and dad painted the house, furniture, and everything blue. I. painted themselves blue: dad became a whale, and mom became a dolphin. And when Donkey returned from kindergarten, they painted him blue too. The donkey turned into a baby whale and immediately fell into the blue sea. For a long time they swam in their blue sea. How loudly and loudly Donkey laughed, how mom and dad frolicked with him! And there was no need to be stubborn, because everything here was blue and the bangs did not fade and the body did not lighten. And for the first time the parents said to the DONKEY: “What a wonderful blue color you are!” We didn't even know that! The donkey was proud: He felt very good: mom and dad understood him, and he was a big blue whale who lived in the sea. And then it started raining heavily. And he washed off all the paint, the sea, the whales, and the dolphins disappeared, and with them the stubbornness! And the house became a home again. Dreams; Mom, dad and donkey appeared. Only the donkey had already grown up and wore a different hairstyle. After the rain, a bright boot appeared in the sky, and how beautiful its colors were. And for a long time Donkey admired all the colors of the rainbow! And he liked them all. And the blue color remained in the sea with whales and dolphins!
I. Lushchenko
