searingedrock | Crystals

I am collecting stones. My friend Melissa puts them in her bra. She's a tv journo, and my yoga buddy. We have agreed that even if it is a placebo, the end result is the same. During the full moon I clambered onto the roof and left them under moonlight. I am now half-crazy just like my mother.

The lapis is working, I am writing. Citrine is working, I have gotten a new job offer that pays more. Of course I don't credit stones for these things but they focus me, they are my talismans. I still get angry, still feel grumpy sometimes, but my depression has lessened. I sit sometimes and bask in my solitude, here in this green warm valley with blue skies.

Thr first night I slept with the clear quartz I dreamed it was pointed at my third eye and there was a sharp, piercing sound, high-pitched, verging on uncomfortable.

I am going to ny in May, my sister is graduating. I miss her, haven't seen her in 2 years. This year is for growing, I am rested and feel a driven energy, steady and relentless. Something that lay fallow is rising, not forced, it is the thing I was waiting for.