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Stable Table

Chatting to Heather yesterday, she mentioned that she had taken to work one of the crystals that I gave her. She said it had helped enormously during the day on account of her having to teach sixth form college students who are learning to be bricklayers, plumbers and mechanics and are under the false assumption that they ‘don’t need no English qualifications ‘cos I can already speak English, innit?’ and ergo, they can present a teaching challenge by being utter arses. Not all of them are arses, but in any class you’ll find one or two arses who generally spoil it for the non-arses. It’s just the way it is. 

Anyway, Heather said the crystal -green aventurine - had called to her that morning, so she’d popped it in her pocket and felt it had been a calming influence for moments of frazzlement during the day. 

I usually have a crystal about my person during the day, too. This week, I’ve been carrying lepidolite for numbing the pain of sciatica (it’s cleared up now, thank goodness and Pilates) and black obsidian as protection and healing from upset, and they’ve both done their job admirably. Even if I have nothing specific to address, I usually glance over my altar table in the morning and see which crystal I am drawn to, because I know I’m not very good at asking for help - ‘No, I’m fine, really I am’ - and if a crystal calls to me, it’s probably because I could do with its healing help. 

This is my little altar table with most of my crystal collection on top:


I’ve twizzled some fairy lights amongst the crystals because who doesn’t like a fairy light?? What you can’t see is the second baby table under the main table which I pull out to decorate at festival and celebration times, or if there is something specific I want to focus on. On the left is a weird bronze bowl that came into my possession when I was a teenager. It has an engraving of a Scorpion on it (my sun sign) and I use it as a candle holder. Also, it makes a satisfying ‘ting!’ when you flick it with your fingernail. The tables themselves are hand-crafted oak and I love them. 

The little ‘house’ on top was a birthday gift from Andy. It’s a unique piece of artwork and contains little signifiers that mean something to me. For example, the wooden rulers remind me of my dad, him being a master carpenter. The number 2 is featured - my date of birth. There is a clock to remind of the passing of time, a key to remind that when one door closes, another will open. A little moon face because I am a moon watcher. Feathers for the birds I love. Carved leaves to symbolise trees. Little pink flowers. And attached to the sides are figures of lions which are basically big cats which are my favourite animal. Inside, it says, ‘Rather More Than Ordinary.’ 


I’ve added a little silver acorn and some extra feathers. And hung my crystal pendulum from the top. All in all, it’s a good, calm focus for mediation practice. It helps keep me connected to my intuition. 

The only minor irritation is that I can’t find my almandine garnet. I know what’s probably happened - I carry my crystals in my pockets and when I disrobe at night, sometimes they come flying out of aforesaid pockets and I lose them under the bed. If I notice, they can be retrieved. If I don’t, Bambino will find them and use them as a thing of great delight to kick around in a playful fashion at 4 o’clock in the morning, oh joy. The almandine garnet is relatively small so it could be anywhere by now. But it’ll turn up, probably at exactly the time it is most needed.




Comments

Anonymous said…
“black obsidian as protection and healing from upset“. What!? I didn’t know that? We have black obsidian in spades where I frequent in the summer.
KJ
Denise said…
Well, KJ - my question would be: does it work for you??

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