when rose quartz is the conduit
That's a super hippie subject line, amirite? But it's true.
We're starting with rose quartz, but we need to go backward, to know why it's significant.
My maternal grandmother LOVED pink. She always pestered me to wear it.
True story: I look terrible in pink and I still refuse to wear it. (Spiacente, nonna.)
I have, however, always justified having rose quartz. It started, I think, as a subconscious effort towards pink. Y'know, like, OK, Grandma, see here I am getting something pink.
Consequently, from me saying this enough times + the multiple occasions when I've been gifted rose quartz —> I have quite a bit of rose quartz dispersed around my home altars. Just for you, I put all the rose quartz together to say hi:
Pink has prevailed. I know my grandmother is happy about that.
But that's not the conduit story. The conduit story makes me feel a little self-conscious, so I'll share a couple Siderealchemy updates to quell my nerves a bit:
~ This weekend is Light Your Lantern. My intention is to have this class & Dive Into Your Deck available for self-study in the coming weeks.
I am NOT doing a super-blowout-epic-once-a-year-lowest-price-of-all-time Black Friday sale. (That energy is too overwhelming for me to step into.) Stay tuned here for when registration opens again!
~ Like last year, I will probably open my 1:1 calendar for 1 session on Thanksgiving Day. I haven't decided on a specific time. If you want that spot to be yours, feel free to reply to this email & we can plan it together.
OK, now I'm ready. When rose quartz is the conduit.
The only pink I wear is rose quartz jewelry. I have always believed that the energetics of what you wear are incredibly powerful. Most of our communication is nonverbal. What you wear hold resonance and vibration for many forms of communication. I especially love wearing things that connect to those beyond the veil. It's a sweet way to carry someone with you.
Earlier this week, I was managing a few days of migraines. They are exhausting and discouraging. I feel terrible. And I definitely look rough, which just bruises my vanity on top of all the physical pain.
Meanwhile, I was thinking about this rose quartz love letter, and decided to assert some authority against the migraines. I decided I'd clean myself up and take a photo wearing a rose quartz pendant.
I was asking my nonna for help. You see, she was always SO elegant. Salon-done hair, sometimes even styled wigs. Expressive jewelry and colorful clothes.
My pleas didn't actually change my appearance, of course. Already regretting my decision to attempt a photo when I felt and looked terrible, I dragged myself towards the door, to get better light outside.
Just as I was telling my grandma that I felt so ugly and terrible, I happened to see the exact moment when the rose quartz caught the later afternoon light.
The pendant glowed.
And she reminded me, I always told you it was impossible for you to look bad.
I answered, I remember. Though it's not actually true, nonna. But I love your bias.
I know you do. But you're missing the real point I was making all this time.
I was confused, after decades of apparently getting this wrong. What do you mean? I thought you were always telling me that I met a certain standard of beautiful.
No, dolly, she said. [Note: not The Dolly. Just dolly.] You're beautiful because you're real. Fully in the moment.
Oh. [I paused.] So taming my hair wouldn't make a difference?
[I heard her nod.]
Oh. [I paused again.] So, that's why it's impossible for me to look bad. Not because my hair is so great all the time. It's that it doesn't MATTER.
Yes. Now you understand. Beauty is who you ARE. Not what you look like.
In that moment, I had to laugh at myself. What I've heard in a thousand different ways, a thousand times, but not fully understanding.
Beauty is who you ARE. Not what you look like.
Kind of like all the rose quartz in these photos. They look different, but they're all beautiful.
Because of what they are. Like you.
I hope all your ancestor connections of late have been beautiful.
Mille grazie a mia nonna and rose quartz, for giving me this love letter and being the conduit and portal, respectively. All I did was edit.
Ciao bellos,
S.
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