Didn’t want to clog your Inbox while you were travelling—but now here’s a quick note to let you know Luna arrived just in time for a full moon bath the night after the eclipse. She absolutely delights me; there’s an enthusiastic playfulness in her bubbles, along with her elegance and beautiful mystery. Thank you for another treasure, and another parcel full of such presence and love.
And I actually gasped at her Blue companion—that’s quite a gift. (I had been looking at Blues, before Luna shimmered and that was that. Your intuition is fine and lovely.)
I first found myself there a couple of weeks ago. It’s like I wandered into some divinely conscious crystal oasis (The Crystal Room in Shasta springs to mind) and I keep being drawn back there to bask in of that love and beauty. There is such an expansive hum in your pages.
I, too, appreciate your deep appreciation of the stones, Shilona. And it’s very clear that the stones do, too!
And so: I read your lovely and generous missive and with gratitude. I filed it, knowing at some point in the future I’d be writing to you. In my mind, sensibly, it would be after your buying trip.
Pffft. As if my mind had anything to do with it. Last night, this happened: Understand, I had barely heard of Andaras. They were… not on my radar.
Whooboy. They sure are now. (Or perhaps I mean I’m on hers? That thing your exquisite photos enable—magnifying a zoomed image and peering right up close and personal into every nook and nuance of each crystal—I swear they do it right back, your crystals.)
[[ Oh—and it’s this Luna in particular. I met them both; this one dances. ]]