Mountain Rose Trading

Mountain Rose Trading Our hope is to bring joy and healing to the world through our Creations and Healings! Hand made in Montana

For about 6 years my mother has been begging me to make a webpage. Well here it is, Mountain Rose is a small native american business run out of out home. We make everything we sell by hand because that is what we believe true quality is made from... our hands. We make anything you can think of in the Native American world and a few things outside of it too. We make soaps and candles leather work

and cloth work, we work with beads and bone and everything we make is truly one of a kind. We are proud of our little business and we hope to share our passion with you.

MARKET OBSERVATION REPORTA coordinator experienced discomfort.The Curator of Mountain Rose Trading responded with kindne...
06/11/2026

MARKET OBSERVATION REPORT

A coordinator experienced discomfort.

The Curator of Mountain Rose Trading responded with kindness and presence.

The coordinator reported relief.
The Queen of the Realm experienced unexpected gratitude leakage from the ocular regions.

Investigation revealed that said leakage was not evidence of fragility.
Rather, it appeared to be a side effect of remembering.

The butterflies remained unconcerned.

Grandmother Spider continued weaving.

Beloved Creator smiled.

🌙✨ RED MOUNTAIN REALM OBSERVATION ✨🌙Researchers throughout the realm have issued an important clarification regarding em...
06/10/2026

🌙✨ RED MOUNTAIN REALM OBSERVATION ✨🌙

Researchers throughout the realm have issued an important clarification regarding emotional weather systems.

It has long been assumed that healing begins with validating our emotions.

The Council of Elders now believes this understanding may be incomplete.

Validation alone says:

"I see that fear is here."

"I notice the sadness."

"It makes sense that I feel overwhelmed."

This is good.

But the Realm suggests there may be another step.

✨☕🦋✨

Perhaps every emotion also requires:

**a cup of love poured over the top of it.**

And glitter.

Not fixing.

Not minimizing.

Not explaining.

Love.

And glitter.

Love as awe.

Love as reverence.

Love as tenderness.

Love as unconditional acceptance.

Glitter as joy.

Glitter as beauty.

Glitter as dragonfly wings.

Glitter as horse whiskers.

Glitter as moonbeams in Grandmother Spider's web.

Glitter as the laughter that somehow survives alongside grief.

Love says:

"Of course you're hurting."

Glitter says:

"Come sit by the fire anyway. The butterflies brought cookies."

🌲🦋🐴

Researchers now believe that once emotions are met with this kind of love and glitter, something remarkable happens.

They stop becoming identities.

They stop becoming prophecies.

They stop becoming evidence that something has gone terribly wrong.

Instead...

they become field notes.

Today's weather in the Realm appears to be:

• partly cloudy with intermittent squirrel chittering,
• periods of tenderness,
• scattered tears,
• horse-killing bush advisories,
• and increasing opportunities for wonder.

The butterflies remain unconcerned.

The Council of Trees remains rooted.

Grandmother Spider continues weaving.

Beloved Creator continues smiling.

And throughout Red Mountain, more and more inhabitants are discovering that perhaps healing was never about eliminating emotional weather.

Perhaps healing is learning to greet every season with reverence.

To pour a cup of love and glitter over whatever arrives.

And to remember:

you were never the storm.

You were always the Realm.

✨🌙🕸️🦋🌲☕💜✨

P.S.

Glitter remains highly adhesive.

Researchers confirm that once joy attaches itself to the soul, traces may continue appearing unexpectedly in:

• cottonwood fluff,
• fruit bowls,
• horse encounters,
• dragonfly sightings,
• soup-making operations,
• hummingbird observations,
• moonbeam exposure events,
• and ordinary Tuesday afternoons.

Containment efforts remain unsuccessful.

The butterflies insist this is excellent news.

🌙✨ ACTUAL REALM OBSERVATIONS ✨🌙Researchers regret to inform the Queen that healing appears instead to involve:• noticing...
06/10/2026

🌙✨ ACTUAL REALM OBSERVATIONS ✨🌙

Researchers regret to inform the Queen that healing appears instead to involve:

• noticing the same pattern approximately 4,376 times,

• repeatedly reassuring the same nervous system that yes, we are safe now,

• accidentally attending Ruminator meetings,

• forgetting everything you know and then remembering it again,

• one step forward,

• three naps,

• a dragonfly,

• another step forward,

• spontaneous crying in the grocery store,

• overwatering houseplants,

• wondering if any of this is working,

• realizing it is,

• de-sh*ttening operations,

• getting emotionally attached to fruit bowls,

• and repeating the entire process until death or enlightenment.

Whichever comes first.

🦋✨🐴

The Butterflies would like it noted that they attempted to explain this from the beginning.

The Dubious Doubters would like it noted that they had concerns.

The Ruminators have now spent six consecutive hours analyzing why healing cannot be accomplished through a single decisive epiphany.

The Archangelic Oversight Committee continues searching the procedural scrolls for:

"The Seven Easy Steps to Complete Nervous System Restoration."

No such document has yet been found.

🌲✨

The Council of Trees has issued the following statement:

"The oak did not become an oak in a weekend workshop."

"The river did not carve the canyon through positive thinking."

"You cannot bully a butterfly out of a chrysalis."

"Also, please stop asking whether you are there yet."

🐿️✨

Meanwhile, the squirrels remain emotionally overinvested.

Several have suggested speeding up the process by:

• panicking harder,

• overpreparing,

• catastrophizing preemptively,

• and consuming additional snacks.

Researchers remain unconvinced.

🕸️✨

Grandmother Spider continues weaving.

Beloved Creator continues smiling.

The Queen of the Realm continues muttering:

"Honestly, this all seems unnecessarily complicated."

And perhaps that, too, is part of the healing.

Not because it's elegant.

Not because it's efficient.

But because somewhere in the middle of all the forgetting and remembering...

all the crying and laughing...

all the glitter and horse p**p...

you are becoming increasingly yourself.

Absotively posilutely.

Even if the timeline remains deeply unsatisfactory.

✨🌙🦋🐴🌲🐿️💜

🌙✨ RED MOUNTAIN REALM OBSERVATION ✨🌙Researchers throughout the realm wish to issue an important correction regarding the...
06/10/2026

🌙✨ RED MOUNTAIN REALM OBSERVATION ✨🌙

Researchers throughout the realm wish to issue an important correction regarding the ongoing matter of old patterns, nervous systems, and the persistent reappearance of internal committees.

For many years, certain organizations within the realm have been misunderstood.

These include:
• the Dubious Doubters,
• the Ruminators,
• the Rapid Response Alarm Consortium,
• the Catastrophic Forecasting Division,
• and various Beige Reinforcement Initiatives.

Following extensive review, the Council of Elders now confirms:

Most of these committees did not arise because the inhabitants of the realm were weak.

They arose because they were trying to help.

🕸️✨🌙

The Rapid Response Alarm Consortium was attempting to keep everyone safe.

The Ruminators believed that if they thought about every possible outcome, perhaps no one would ever be blindsided again.

The Dubious Doubters hoped that by anticipating disappointment, heartbreak might hurt a little less.

Even the Beige Committee, in its own peculiar way, thought that reducing the intensity of life might reduce the intensity of pain.

The problem was never their intention.

The problem came when emergency protocols became everyday operating systems.

When surviving quietly replaced living fully.

🌲🦋🐴

Researchers further note that it is extraordinarily difficult to teach frightened parts of the realm that the danger has passed.

The committees do not retire simply because the butterflies arrive.

The alarm systems do not dissolve overnight because the horses are grazing peacefully.

The old pathways remain visible for a very long time.

The horses still occasionally identify innocent shrubbery as horse-killing bushes.

The squirrels remain emotionally overinvolved.

The ravens continue offering unsolicited commentary.

The archangels still prefer a procedural flow chart whenever possible.

✨🌙🕸️

The Council of Trees has therefore issued the following reminder:

"You do not have to hate the parts of yourself that once helped you survive."

"You may thank them."

"You may reassure them."

"You may gently inform them that new information has become available."

"And then, with great tenderness, you may choose differently."

🦋✨🌲

Current findings suggest that healing is not the absence of activation.

Rather...

Healing may be found in the return.

Returning to breath.

Returning to wonder.

Returning to the body.

Returning to the horses.

Returning to Creator.

Returning to glitter.

Returning to the quiet knowing that life is no longer asking you to survive in the same ways you once had to.

The butterflies remain unconcerned.

Grandmother Spider continues weaving.

The Council of Trees stands rooted.

The horses are grazing.

The grain bin remains empty.

The pasture remains open.

And throughout Red Mountain, more and more inhabitants are learning that freedom is not forgetting who protected them.

Freedom is remembering that they are safe enough to choose again.

✨🌙🕸️🦋🐴🌲

🌙✨ RED MOUNTAIN REALM OBSERVATION ✨🌙Researchers throughout the realm have documented an important equine teaching event....
06/10/2026

🌙✨ RED MOUNTAIN REALM OBSERVATION ✨🌙

Researchers throughout the realm have documented an important equine teaching event.

This morning, the horses assembled at the grain bin precisely on schedule.

The Queen of the Realm regretfully informed them that grain acquisition operations had not yet occurred.

The grain bin was, in fact:

✨ empty ✨

The horses remained standing.

They nickered.

They licked their lips.

They gazed hopefully into the grain bin.

Researchers suspect they believed additional staring might alter the laws of reality.

After several moments of profound contemplation, the horses eventually wandered back into the pasture where:
• grass remained available,
• sunshine continued operating,
• dragonflies persisted in unauthorized shimmer activities,
• and nourishment had been present all along.

🌿🐴✨

The Wisdom Committee has issued the following statement:

"Sometimes we continue standing in front of empty grain bins because they once fed us."

"We wait for old systems to nourish us in familiar ways."

"We hope that if we are patient enough, worried enough, good enough, or persistent enough, the grain might magically return."

"But occasionally, the deeper invitation is simply to notice that the gate is open."

"The pasture is waiting."

"The nourishment may not look the way it once did."

"But life continues offering itself."

The Dubious Doubters remain unconvinced.

The Beige Committee recommends additional grain-bin monitoring.

The horses have resumed standard grazing operations.

The butterflies remain entirely unregulated.

And throughout Red Mountain, the realm gently reminds all inhabitants:

Sometimes wisdom is recognizing that the grain is gone,
the gate is open,
and the pasture has been there the whole time.

✨🌿🐴🌙

🌲 Realm Observation of the Day 🌲This afternoon, the Queen of the Realm was conducting important supervisory duties from ...
06/04/2026

🌲 Realm Observation of the Day 🌲

This afternoon, the Queen of the Realm was conducting important supervisory duties from her recliner.

(Translation: she was sore and refusing to move.)

While resting, she looked through the sliding glass door, which bears the ceremonial nose prints of Sir Simba, Defender of the Realm, and noticed something remarkable.

Gray skies.

A hundred shades of green.

A hanging basket full of flowers.

A mountain peeking through the trees.

And beauty everywhere.

The interesting part?

The Queen did not stand up.

She did not go outside.

She did not improve the view.

She did not clean the glass.

She did not optimize the angle.

She simply looked up.

And there it was.

The Forest would like it officially noted that it remained beautiful without supervision.

The mountain remained majestic without assistance.

The flowers continued blooming without encouragement.

And Sir Simba's nose prints did not significantly diminish the experience.

Today's lesson from the Realm:

✨ The view is not always waiting at the end of the work.

Sometimes the view is already available from the recliner. ✨

Respectfully submitted,

The Managerial Committee

(Presently enforcing a Reduced Operations Day)
🌲💜🐕✨

✨ REALM UPDATE: THE BATTLE OF THE WESTERN DRIVEWAY ✨Today Mountain Rose launched a surprise offensive against the rapidl...
06/03/2026

✨ REALM UPDATE: THE BATTLE OF THE WESTERN DRIVEWAY ✨

Today Mountain Rose launched a surprise offensive against the rapidly expanding Grass Kingdom.

The campaign began as a simple supply transport mission to the garage.

Unfortunately, reconnaissance revealed unauthorized vegetation occupying portions of the Western Driveway.

A tactical response was deemed necessary.

Several wheelbarrow loads of insurgent grasses were removed.

Numerous dandelion operatives were apprehended.

Multiple unauthorized deposits from Sir Simba's Strategic Fertility Program were also uncovered during excavation and removed with appropriate ceremony and only a moderate amount of commentary.

The campaign was ultimately suspended after formal complaints were filed by the Lower Back Department.

Large portions of the Western Driveway remain under Grass Kingdom control.

When questioned regarding the invasion, representatives of the Forest issued the following statement:

"We do not understand the term 'driveway.' We merely observed a long, flat opening and assumed it wished to become a meadow."

Additional representatives noted that they intend to continue growing on any available flat surface, including roads, paths, parking areas, flower beds, and anything else humanity mistakenly believes belongs to them.

The Forest appears confident.

The Council of Elders reminds all citizens that roads require maintenance, weeds are persistent, and magic apparently does not extend to self-cleaning driveways.

Further operations are expected pending approval from the Lumbar Region.

🌱⚔️🌲

Signed,

The Department of Unnecessary Outdoor Projects
The Council of Elders
And Sir Simba, who maintains complete innocence regarding all fertility-related allegations.

🌸✨ Realm Update ✨🌸Today, the cottonwoods began their annual Glitter Festival.Tiny silver-white sparkles drifted through ...
06/03/2026

🌸✨ Realm Update ✨🌸

Today, the cottonwoods began their annual Glitter Festival.

Tiny silver-white sparkles drifted through the air, catching the sunlight and floating across the Realm like fairy dust. The flowers approved. The trees approved. The ducks approved. The horses approved.

Even the Barking Beast of the Eastern Borderlands appeared momentarily overwhelmed by the magnificence of it all and suspended its usual announcements regarding squirrels, leaves, passing clouds, suspicious breezes, and other matters of national importance.

Sir Simba the Brave, still recovering from his recent battle with a Stinging Sky Demon, supervised operations from a comfortable position near the Queen of the Realm.

Reports indicate that the newly planted flowers are thriving, the stalls have been cleaned, and the deck continues its transformation into a proper gathering place for glitter, hummingbirds, ducks, and whatever magic happens to wander by.

All is well.

The Realm sparkles.

✨🌲🦆🌸🐕✨

🌸✨ REALM UPDATE ✨🌸The flowers have all been planted.The hummingbirds have officially returned and approved the flower di...
06/03/2026

🌸✨ REALM UPDATE ✨🌸

The flowers have all been planted.

The hummingbirds have officially returned and approved the flower district.

A duck flew over the Realm today, apparently conducting an aerial inspection.

The horses have been cared for.

The deck continues its transformation from "survived winter" to "actually looks lovely."

And Sir Simba, Defender of Mountain Rose, bravely protected the Realm from a dangerous airborne invader.

Witnesses report that the enemy was approximately one bee in size.

Undeterred by the odds, Sir Simba launched himself into battle.

The enemy retaliated.

The resulting conflict has left Sir Simba with a slightly swollen snoot and a dramatic tale of survival.

He is currently recovering on the patio while accepting sympathy, admiration, and any snacks offered in support of wounded veterans.

The Council of Elders has awarded him the Order of the Inflamed Snoot, First Class, for extraordinary bravery in the face of airborne adversity.

The bee has declined to comment.

🐝⚔️🐕🏅

All is well in the Realm.

The flowers are growing.

The hummingbirds are visiting.

The horses are content.

The guardian is exhausted.

And joy continues to bloom.

💜🌸✨

🌹✨ OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE REALM ✨🌹The Realm would like it known that we have been quietly expanding our territor...
05/31/2026

🌹✨ OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE REALM ✨🌹

The Realm would like it known that we have been quietly expanding our territory.

What began as a garage has recently shown signs of becoming something else entirely.

Current inhabitants include:

🧩 A puzzle table by a window that appeared before anyone consciously realized it needed to exist.

☕ A coffee maker standing by for future conversations.

🐴 Two horses serving as unofficial greeters and emotional support staff.

🐿 Several squirrels who have appointed themselves the Department of Public Commentary.

🪶 Hummingbirds responsible for nectar inspections.

🌾 Sweet grass currently going to seed in the oak barrels.

🧸 A growing collection of stuffed animals, books, blocks, birdhouses, stories, beads, possibilities, and dreams.

At this time, the Realm remains under construction.

Not because anything is wrong.

Because becoming takes time.

Future plans may include:

✨ Puzzle nights
✨ Story times
✨ Beadwork gatherings
✨ Deep conversations
✨ Healing
✨ Creativity
✨ Coffee
✨ Occasional glitter-related incidents

The dubious doubters have expressed concerns regarding electricity, garage doors, unfinished projects, and logistics.

The Realm appreciates their feedback and has filed it appropriately.

Meanwhile, the sweet grass is seeding.

The horses keep showing up.

The hummingbirds continue their inspections.

And little by little, the space keeps becoming itself.

As it turns out, sometimes magic doesn't arrive all at once.

Sometimes it arrives one chair, one sign, one puzzle piece, one conversation, and one tiny sparkling raindrop at a time.

🌹 Welcome to Mountain Rose.

We're not entirely sure what we're becoming yet.

But we're becoming.

✨ If you were dreaming alongside us, what would you love to see emerge here? ✨

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