When Anh feels left out, a hairy red creature named Anger teaches him some valuable lessons about slowing down and taking care of his strong emotions. By counting his steps and coordinating them with his breath, Anh is able to take his anger for a peaceful and magically transformative walk.
Steps and Stones by Gail Silver is the second title in a series of children’s book that address conflict, strong emotions, friendship, and sibling rivalry.
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Sure to fill a niche for those tackling potentially thorny social situations, this straightforward and enlightened approach will appeal to many.-Kirkus Review
Children will benefit greatly from learning about using the breath to calm down, viewing anger as a friend, and realizing that slowing down is part of the process of coming to terms with destructive emotions.—Spirituality & Practice
Anh and Anger sat together watching the other kids play kickball.
“Sam and Charlie were supposed to dig with me,” said Anh.
“I know,” said Anger
“Now I have no one to play with.” Said Anh. “And Charlie thinks I’m a baby”
“I can think of a thing or two that I’d like to say to Charlie,” said Anger.
“Me too!” said Anh. “I’d stand up to him and I’d say, “I’m no baby!”
“And then,” said Anger excitedly, “We’d grab the ball and we’d throw it at him.”
“Come on,” said Anger, “Let’s find Sam and Charlie.” Anger jumped up and started to run.
“I don’t know,” Anh said, trying to catch up. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Can we slow down?”
“Sure,” said Anger.
Anh and Anger began walking slowly together. With their first step, they took a breath in. With their next step, they let the breath out.
One step, breathing in.
One step, breathing out.
“I’ve never walked this slowly before,” said Anger. “It feels funny.”
“Let’s try counting our steps,” Anh suggested. “Maybe that will help.”
“One… Two… Three,” Anh and Anger quietly counted the rise and fall of each step.
Anh could feel his breath moving up and down in his belly.
“It’s hard to concentrate,’ said Anger. “I keep losing my count.”
Anh felt a cool breeze behind him, gently pushing him towards the field.
The slow rhythm of Anh’s breath comforted him and his stomach didn’t hurt anymore.