What is it about a stone? Carl Jung liked them, for one thing. The philosophers yearned for a really good one, the perfect stone, “The most ancient, secret or unknown, natural, incomprehensible, heavenly, blessed, sacred, universal triune Stone of the Sages.” A stone is of the earth, a portion of the Grand Mom of All.

Stones are the root and branch of Earth, and crystals are the flowers of those branches. A crystal is a stone to the nth degree. Crystals grow and form over time, held in a matrix of juicy minerals, a slow-motion swirl of earthy cosmos flowering. I have planted a garden of spherical crystals on my desk, in the hope they will flower in my mind and soul.

There is power in that garden, if only the power of beauty and wonder. And the power of stone.

Earth On,

LWIII